Power went off!
darkness in its starkness
overthrew the dying fluorescent.
the fan stopped its revolution.
An eerie quiet ensued.
My 5 inches phone screen
floods its white lights
on my face.
gradually, the insects,
the moths and the mosquitoes
found their way to this small light.
Soon, the mosquitoes started inserting
their proboscis,
and the moths practised an incoherent
dance on my face.
I lit the insect repellant incense,
we inhale,
man and insects alike,
they to their death,
I to my ill-health.
Written by Onyeoziri Favour
