The river she once knew
When she was a small girl
She used to play alone
During those years
She could call the crocodiles
She could command the preys
The crocodiles would obey
When she grew up
She used it to her advantage
A gift she knew was hers
Only her sister in her way
They used to trade skills
She always lost in the end
She never understood why
Now as she looked at the river
She knew why
Nobody should have a free reign
There must be a check and balance
So her sister stood her way
Now they were gone
Mother and her sister
She was free yet she knew she wasn't
Model was the one she should be afraid
She knew Model had the gift
The passing baton from her generation
As the wind brushed her face
She swept it away
Now she had to amend her sins
The decades seemed so near
She had started the balls rolling
The pins would fall she knew it
“A penny in your thought aunty?”
“I was thinking of what I did
I miss your mother and grandmother
I am especially fond of my sister”
“She used to stop me
Doing many bad things
I didn't listen to her
Now I have you...”
The Model swept her hair from her eyes
Standing by her aunty wondering what else she would say
“When you left I could be a baby
We didn't know who you were..”
Then they heard the news
As Jargon tuned with his radio
“We brought you a bad news
The white rajah breathed his last”
“You heard that!
The old pirate finally croaked
And here we are in the boat
What now sister?”
“We will go in for the final run
We will tell the natives to vote for change
They still have to kick out all the warlords
Ito the big well and let them struggle for a while”
“Aye Aye captain!
Away we will go!
There is no time to lose
We will make it happen!”
The black witch smile
She knew what would come
“Model the changing tide begins
The motion I set has begun”
“The people will have a new leader
The old has to go now
A new party will run the show
As I will it to happen”
The morning light blast the river
The rays of bright beam shining on the boat
As it glided along the muddy water
Crocodiles popped its heads up
Model stood looking at the crocodiles
“Go away beasts to your hollow
You have no business showing your faces
Now kick your butts and disappear!”
In the far distance
A church bell rung out to its followers
Calling the faithful to the fore
A time to pray; a time to heal wounds
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