©Benie Langat, 2020.
The Lives Of A Dreamer.
TYSON- their son.
Mock stage. Humming.
OLD JACKSON. Why
Do you try
On earth, so dry!
MAMA MARTHA. Why
Do you tire
For life, o’, husband?
TYSON. Why, Mother,
Do you tire not
Polluting the air
Of retarded growth?
OLD JACKSON. O’, but life should be seen through eyes
As clear as glass, as true as a mirror.
MAMA MARTHA. O’, what truth you speak! Yet truth entwined
In truths, as halved, is little to the wise.
TYSON. O’, what wisdom you speak,
Condemning as divine a gift as art!
Look, I scribble and die young, a home of art
Inside my heart, where life sprouts from death.
ALL. For there is nothing greater in life
There is no purpose greater than “why.”
The wait has been long and finally, the play is ready! This makes my first play ever. It will be short, with about two scenes only. I will share more on the coming Friday… I hope you will enjoy it!
Categories: Short Stories
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.