Hello, dearest friend. Hope you’re doing well, or at least pretty fine, as I often say. The week’s rolling on well on my side and, oh my bone-idle self, it’s been to me a month of Sundays since I last checked in at Laminsa Indies to wtite something. Anyone who has interracted with me on WordPress knows I love reading more than writing, but that doesn’t make me tired of writing 😀. I have a story to share with you, but afore that comes an update on one of our upcoming anthologies.
Tales of a Tearful World: Narrative Poems
The deadline for submissions has now been extended to June 15, 2022 upon requests by writers who pledged for more time to submit. Scheduled to go public in early September, this anthology will be composed of narrative poems that tackle pain and suffering as the main themes, among others.
For submission guidelines and email, kindly click here. We’ve received and started assessing submissions from a number of authors and will send responses between June 15 – 30.
All interested poets are welcome to join us in this journey.
Cow Worth Sermons
Jerry left his churchmates in the middle of a thrilling sermon to return home and salvage something that kept harryng him. He would not concentrate on the preacher’s words however much he tried to. The sky was pregnant with dark nimbus clouds, yet out in the field were his only cow and its calf.
He was the church’s chorister and had such a euphonious voice that could awaken sleeping seraphims, yet his ego and longing to grow rich would not allow him to render his services when they were highly-needed. He kept telling his fellow singers that he was irreplaceable and much-needed for the choir to function properly.
Though he was indigent, he had this one cow that he believed would give birth to several other calves, and that he would raise and sell some of them to educate his kids and put food on the table. So, often, he spent time feeding the two animals and using them as a scapegoat for not being able to attend prayer meetings and choir practices on time.
When he had sprinted forth nearly a kilometre away from the church, thunder roared and suddenly it began to pour down heavily. He had no choice but to shield himself in a stranger’s abode. Two hours later, the rain subsided a bit and so he thanked the owner of the house and left for home.
Just a few metres from home, he saw people gathered on the field stretching in front of his home, around the place he had tied his cow, and wondered what they were up to. His heart jumped and started pulsating abnormally.
It was then that his six-year old son saw him from a distance and ran to him nearly breaking a knee. “Daddy! Daddy!” shouted the boy, drawing nigh.
“Yes Teddy, what is it that you come..,” Jerry began but the kid, seeming to burn with information, cut him off.
“Our cow has been struck by lightning. The calf escaped to…”
The remaining words waned off Jerry’s ears as he fell onto the thick earth afaint. How could God take away his only source of hope?
Do you think what happened to Jerry was poetic justice, and was it worth blaming God or just possibly a natural occurrence?