poem: MALARIA

My head aches,
My blood boils
Chills and heat plague my body
I longed for food, and a drink
Alas, my belly is on strike
I tried to talk but lacked the will
Up, down, wanders my mind

Few days before,
I walked with my palms, and
Clapped with my feet
Now I lay still, and sad
Plasmodium x
Fills my blood
Act, and quick
I urge the quine

Two days later, I’m up but slow
Down the road, and up I trudge
To check an aunt, near and loved
Pains, and agony filled her eyes
Taata, her the baby, her joy,
Is gone
Lost to the scourge.

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