#Churn

Nawekulo Gachanja and Zeinswords, 2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Nawekulo Gachanja and Zeinswords with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

And I felt the contents,

Within the pit of my stomach,

Begin to churn.

 

The sweat oozed out of my pores,

My heart began beating uncontrollably,

My knees buckled beneath me,

And I felt a bit faint.

 

I stood in front of the audience,

Hoping the ground would swallow me whole,

As I tried to remember what word I’d been asked to spell.

 

I looked at the judges,

Awaiting my reply patiently,

And I couldn’t help wondering,

Whether running away was an option.

 
By Nawekulo Wanjugu<a href="http://Churn” target=”_blank”>

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