Playground Education

They pantomimed the firing squad
Reenacting the march of the bedraggled and confused
The older boys had grabbed sticks
   and descended on a group of us
They lined us up roughly, laughing and barking orders
Repeating phrases they'd heard from their parents
And the dawn broadcast
"We'll finish them..."

They set up a few paces out,
   on the edge of the playground.
"Line up.
Take your marks.
Fire."

Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow.
Six shots.
"Attention."

Then the recriminations:
"You. You didn't die properly.
   You. The General. You didn't slump.
Let's do it again."

More laughter.
Scenarios were contemplated for the next round.
"Let the blood flow..."

There must have been something in your look
   that gave them temporary pause
For even as you had kept a brave face,
   you couldn't break out a smile
Appalled frankly. You recognized a wrong,
   something beyond the pale
The comment escaped your mouth, you couldn't help it
"That was someone's daddy."

A brief pause, but then the conversation resumed
Mocking tones infused their frenzied acting
You detached yourself from the game
Dusted yourself
Casually
And walked off
You didn't look back

Playground Games, a playlist

A soundtrack for this note. (spotify version)

• Cruel Summer by Bananarama
• Games by Cannonball Adderley
• Fun and Games by Junior Byles
• Don't Be Cruel by Bobby Brown
• Zombie by Fela
• Games by Chuckii Booker

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Timing is everything
Observers are worried

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See also: The Wages of Thermidor and June 4th

File under: memory, Ghana, coup, violence, children, youth, cruelty, blood, fear, culture, observation, perception, Africa, Observers are worried, The Rough Beast, poetry, toli

Writing log. January 4, 2022