MINNIE MOUSE

I got her in the streets early today. She was haggard and unkept. I asked the vendor why she was so sad and he told me she had been rained on all night. She had nowhere to sleep because he hadn't paid rent. The landlord had locked them out. So mini mouse had to spend the night out, like an old abandoned lorry. She was staring at the Nairobi cats in this city called Kanairo; fat cats, not knowing of what the dark night reveals. It could be pishori in her milk, a rape or a murder in the alleys of Kanairo. I can't imagine the seconds dragging into minutes of her nightmarish thoughts. When could it be an hour,what about the morning ? Could she live to tell her story. When i found her i looked into her eyes and they just cried for a hug. A deep ,warm sincere hug. I picked her up and though she was wet , from the kanairo overnight rain: i just hugged her like i would hug my own daughter . I felt tears well into my eyes. I felt some of my warmth transfer into her. It was like i saw a glimpse  of a twinkle in her eyes as she glowed with happiness. I vowed i wouldn't let her suffer anymore. I haggled with the hawker and bought her. I would clean her,iron her fire woman clothes and dress her up. She will be the super heroine she is supposed to be. Then i thought about something; how many children are in these streets of Kanairo and elsewhere in the world who are just looking for love or a place to call home. Be kind to them. You never know.