Hand crafted by the best Potter
With clays from the earth and water from rivers in heaven
This has to be the finest work of pottery any god could have seen
It's essence and purpose go beyond what mere words could convey
Sent through the messenger of goodwill and agriculture
To bless the land and its inhabitants
It was treated with utmost importance and welcomed with high praises.
"Finally, the gods have listened to our pleas! "
We were all chanting at the top of our tiny voices
But alas!,
There was sudden chaos in our midst
Something wasn't right,we were all singing and crying moments ago
and
now we all lay unconscious on the ground
All drums and sounds paused
The silence was deafening
We started to wake up and one by one
"where's the calabash!!"
All and sundry were running helter skelter,
running in all directions our tiny human legs could carry us
The calabash was missing!
Our savior got stolen before it even saved us!
Our hope was gone
Our safe haven is no more
And I was at the center of it all
Seeing everything
But little was all I could do
And then
I woke up sweating
On my dormitory bed.
.
.
.
.
Again.