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Trapped
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8 Trapped (For Mr Sylverius Mbuye, the unequalable secondary school teacher of ours we nick-named ‘Agent de Terre’) The cry came from afar It rang out once It was shrill, sharp, agonised At once we picked up our tools And made about–turn We knew that in these parts Anything could happen. Too bad I was dark and we were far We knew at any time they could pounce For it wasn’t long since the last boat capsized So, like typical examples of fools We were prepared to spurn. Although we had the carts We lacked the fruits about to ripen. ...