
I grew up knowing that the African owl was a brother to Lucifer, a symbol of bad omen,
Since i was living with my grandma, i discovered her strong hate against African owls,
She used to warn me not to go idling in the bushes alone, lest i find the bowmen,
She even bought me an ancient chart of birds, showing all species from sunbirds to fowls,
She once told me that owls can predict death of a person in the stretch of their neighborhood,
According to her the black owl was a descendant of Satan, eyes of the serpent upon our land,
She took an old clay pot, hammered it into tangible pieces using a short piece of firewood,
She murmured a few words to her ancestors, out of her basket she gave me also a black armband,
I was to wear that piece till i cross over to my adulthood, she said it was a sign of protection,
The following day i woke up in the wee hours of morning, still sleepy i went to pee near the backyard,
When the first drop of wee touched the ground, a chorus of owls went viral awakened my circumspection,
I blinked repeatedly as if something had entered my retina, i forgot the armband was my bodyguard,
The echo appeared to rise every second, when i stopped peeing there was peace again,
From that very juncture i swore against going outside alone, that incidence scared the hell out of me,
I tiptoed towards my bedroom, i closed the door hastily and whispered an Amen,
Such memories are unforgettable, just like the agonising sting of a bee!

Lovely and true!! Also, I do take an intesrest in the world of Lucifer 😍
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Thank you so much for taking your time to read my poem, that’s so kind of you😎
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It’s a pleasure 😊 especially since it had Lucifer in the first line 😍
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I’ll write more and more👊🏾👊🏾👊🏾
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😀😀
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Teach us all you can. I will appreciate it.
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Nice! this made me laugh
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Thank you so much😁🔥🔥
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