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Deserted and non-pandemic host
Helpless big and huge harbour with its unoccupied halls
A great enclosure with its several accommodating chambers
Its welcoming unique portal entery
Its echo admitted me gladly and willingly
I wasn’t sure of where I’m gonna start
The interior design was so complicated
To make matters worse, I was so annoyed the echo sounds of my footsteps
At first, I was glad to be a solitary without realising that I was imprisoning myself
What’s funny is I got used to the surroundings
Things were hard for me to cope before I actualize that I was in need of a friend
I gave up on my neighbour who always wanted me to greet him
Though, at first, I had that aura
Sadly, it vanished
Boredom took over since I was alone
Though it became habitual
Life wasn’t easy, life was easy
A life without expecting anyone to darken the door
One day finding myself talking alone was no surprise
Then it turned to a regular thing
With the echo of the house
I felt like there was someone responding to whatever I was talking
It became real
My inner self had a friend
“WOW” was the word came out of my mouth and found myself laughing
In some ways I was starting to think “I’m getting crazy “
Though there was someone fighting against those words
This conversational thing became bold
At last, I gave him a name
“Jacob” was the proper one and he seemed to like it
We became good friends
He made me strong by giving advices,clues,o
pinions and also comfort
With him, I never felt alone at that apartment
However, I never saw how he was
How he looked like
But because the Empty House’s sacred hall mirrors which were all over the hallway made me confident that that was Jacob.
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Moses Sibanda aka Mc’Jones, aged 22 began writing poems when I was 12. He is currently working on his first novel. The idea of him being a poet is to showcase his feelings, and other
people’s: cultural, spiritual, or religious and in reality with
astounding words. He writes from Lyndhurst, Johannesburg, South Africa.