Our stomachs were ripped apart.
Yes.
That’s how intense the storm was.
***
7pm was calm. Stars dotted every corner of the sky.
We were happy.
The jokes were from all over the continent – Nigeria, Malawi, Kenya, Uganda, Zimbabwe…
Soon our jaws asked for leave from laughters.
****
The rooms were warm, the beds comfy.
No dark butterflies, no frogs, no spiders.
Just a lizard, but it knew its place.
***
11pm.
No light seeped through the curtain slits
A deep darkness settled in.
But soon our eyes locked its doors.
****
The house shook.
And we snapped out of our slumber.
Rain thumped the roof
Lightning flashed our scared faces
And thunder Number Two struck
The house shook, we shook, even our fears shook
****
***
I should have screamed
But I didn’t
I listened to the water roar
I just listened.
***
8am
The water roared
We heard the sound of the rain
And yet when we drew the curtains back
The sun was smiling calmly down upon us
And the day erased all memories of the stormy night
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