Rügotsono Agono Iralu
How does it feel to see Kohima burn from a distance? As a woman, no as an individual? How does it feel to hear that two young men lost their lives in all this chaos? As a woman, nay as an individual?
Does it tear your heart, Does it dishearten you, Does it anger, break some part of you?
Kohima, You Kohima, who grew up in me And I; in you You burned; my Kohima. And I could only watch
Two sons of the loved Land Breathe no more I, Woman, would have birthed you.
Individual, I, says “Young lives, how briefly you lived…….” Half-fulfilled your happiness, or sadness, You, who might have brought back A Promise, Hope or Joy To us- your community. Now, the loss of Lives our broken reality.
How do I feel about all of it, As a Woman, nay as an individual? Can I say, “Not in my name” “Please, not in my name” I –the Future, the Present and its Past.
Could I blame someone? Could I hide somewhere? Could I relieve myself? With broken truths and promises?
Ayale, I feel a hollowness inside me tonight.
