Before I hit the sack,
I decided to watch the stars,
For there's still time before I fall into sleep arms.

Was unhappy when I met no star
as dark clouds seems to have covered the night sky,
Then I remembered that when the sky is about to cry
at night, according to grandmama, the stars disappear.

Why would they disappear?
Are they allergic to water?
Still trying to wrap my head around that.

Somewhat aggressively, I shot a larger part of my head out
of my feeble window which at any moment, can fall down.
My eyes scanned every corner of the night sky
to see if the stars were deliberately hiding from my sight
and my gaze met the moon's watchful eyes.

All this while, the moon has been sitting calmly in the sky,
Watching as I made my endless search,
She gazed at me and I stared back.

As I stare, I saw a woman with a child on her laps,
Old or young, I couldn't fathom from afar.
Some would say it's an old woman frying àkàrà.
Nevertheless, I continued to stare to derive my own fact.

Lost in my quest for fact,
The ringing of my phone found and brought me back.
Maybe I shouldn't have given the call an answer,
For the news at the other end stained my cheeks with tears;
I was informed - Grandmama's first child is dead!

Did the stars disappear to grieve their fellow star?
Was that the reason there were no stars in the sky?
The reason the woman that resides in the moon has no smiles?
Tell me, was that why I decided to watch the stars this very night?

Before I could fall on my knees to grieve,
Nature has started grieving before I could;
Torrents of rainfall angrily beat my room's roof,
Thunderstorm roars like a lion to tell the world
- a brave man and the brightest star is gone.

Indeed, it was a great loss;
For the sky to have cried so hard,
Lightnings, to have struck so fiercely,
The stars, to have gone into hiding to grieve,
And myself not being able to hit the sack as I should…

Day: 034/100
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