Mniko Chacha - Masks

Mniko Chacha - Masks

Mniko Chacha is the Self-Published Author on online book publishers such as Amazon, Kobo, and the like. He mainly writes Poems, Short Stories and Novels in both English and Swahili language. His prominent books are SONGS OF AFRICAN FATHERS and KIRAKA CHA UKOMBOZI.

He lives and works as the Senior Legal Officer in Mwanza City-Tanzania. Currently, he is working on both his debut novel and a book of poems in English language. Apart from writing, he enjoys reading novels, plays, self-help books, short stories, and creative journals or magazines. You can reach him on social media through these links; -

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Masks.

 

“Wear the masks,” the prominent governor announced

Soon, after Covid-19 emerged

Despite the increase in price everyone demanded masks at any price

So, I bought two masks to cover my face

 

At home, the wise passerby uttered.

“Wear masks everywhere you go, otherwise, you will cease to exist.”

I resisted it for a while and tried to disbelieve my mind

Then, I recalled what the Television broadcasted. “Those who will wear masks will defeat this pandemic beast.”

 

I thought a little bit and took the face mask

And covered my face

I looked on the mirror and saw that my face was becoming the dusk

The confusion disturbed my eyes, so, I broke the mirror with my fist

 

Afterwards, I moved towards the sitting room where my wife drank a beer

“Woo the ghost is coming to kill me right here.”

She shouted and struck me with the whisk broom

And fled from my sight like a ripe plum

 

I threw down the mask thinking that it brought the pandemic ghost in my home

“Take care, nowadays, the face masks are worth to find

Like the tiny particles of gold.”

The Journalist on Television roared to me

 

Later, I shook my head to grasp the reality

And restore into me the sincerity

To the best of my own ability

I wore another mask and got back to my sanity

 

I moved out

To find my wife

I spoke to her. “I am fit

And back to life.”