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Copyright © Okpara C. Okechukwu D. All Rights Reserved.

|2010|

The Grumbling Ball

They kicked me hard on my stomach, laughing.
They ran after me like a mob, shouting.
They chased me and I banged my head on the basement, jeering.
They trapped me beneath their heavy spiky boots, whistling.
They caught me and took me up like a slave, instructing.
They threw me up fifteen feet and let me fell on my back, signalling.
They left me in the net as if I meant nothing all along, celebrating.