Waiting for the band
sitting alone in the deserted middle
9 rows with 5 chairs each
I sat, watching and observing
then came a thought from my heavy angered
mind
to write with my eyes and my hand
no thinking just putting down what i see
sitting, observing and writing
I write to you life from mercy place
a church located in bwari nigeria
waiting for the band to arrive and the music concert to start
Yet to start but perfect to write
a group of singers already seated
at the top extreme right of the hall
a few men, nine to be precise
doing the mic check
1-2, 1-2 can be heard loudly
a guitarist just walked pass me
he seem to know only a few people
makes me guess
he was an invited guest
little kids run up and down
getting lost in the midst of the crowd
mothers voices can be heard in-between lines of the sound check
crying out for their babies
like they were about to drown
A group of young men standing at the door
discussing
I wonder if they are ushers
no they are not uniformly dressed
my guess is they ran into each other
Through the windows I see
a set of singers
holding a brief discussion
100℅ sure it's part of preparation
for the event
Gradually the area at which I sit
is getting filled
already beginning to feel the heat
since it's a church event I hope people go home healed
How could I have forgotten to describe the stage
not my fault cos am writing with rage
the stage: marked out from the rest of the auditorium with four upwards steps
two speakers at the front edge
two long flower vases at the extreme end
so matching like the headlights of a Ford edge
blue colored tile background surrounded with
fluorescent lighting switching colours
making the stage sweet like a cake of different flavors.
My writing comes to an end
as a man dressed in native attire
mounts the pulpit and the concert starts