To meet my beautiful, unknown Nyoka
Ruei struck without warning
I saw him wandering without a head
A ghost set loose on empty streets
I asked a bystander why he walked abroad
Leju drew near and whispered low
“They have released him to spread terror
On critics of the system.”
“What!” I shouted.
“How blatant do you think they are?
Where is the justice?”
And I broke down in tears.
Ruei heard us.
Without warning, he struck Leju from behind
And he fell
With his club, he forced his way toward me
I stepped backwards, heart pounding past its speed
Above, I saw the law wailing in the sky
We are brutalised.
Every face around was shocked.
Is there a system in Junubi
That can hold anyone accountable
Ruei raised his club toward my head
I lifted my Bible to block the blow
Expecting fire to consume it
But none came.
The Spirit told me, “Run”
The law is brutal.
It no longer knows a name
I turned and fled through Suk Jebel
Via Giada, swift as a mountain goat
Behind me rose dust louder
Than the combined voices of the Pojulu Cultural Festival
I told my legs
“If you do not carry me at full speed
You will not survive.”
We agreed to carry each other,
Like Lomoro holding Nyanlat in his palm
We ran with all our strength
And even now, I am still running
Running for my life
From the brutal law.
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