Dilemma

 Walking by the riverside,

 Imagining dark eyes,

 Tiny fish in Blue Ocean,

 Crocodiles struggling to feed,

Hippos in the deep,

Waiting for the night to come.

 Young Calypso suddenly appeared

 In her flying dress,

Balancing a water jar – and singing.

 I tried to stop her just to say, “Hello.”

The water jar dropped, water flooded the green grass

Forcefully uprooting and clearing weeds back to river.

Calypso’s voice rang: “Daddy!  Daddy!

 He has raped me.”

I saw gigantic hands

 Hold me by the throat.

A man in uniform

 Manacled my hands.

 Three years later

The man with gigantic

hands died; he left a letter,

Urging  me to promise him

 A grandchild.