The Call Poem by Job Ombati

I said I would call him
Ask how's doing
Ask about his newly-wed wife
We would sit and wind
Reminisce about high school
And laugh a little.

I once called
I needed help
He refused to pick my call - or so I thought
I decided to play 'He'll call when he wishes'
He never called
I too didn't call.

It's eighteen years already
He's changed jobs
He's moved to his own house
The girl is all grown up.

The call comes
Late at night
True Caller announces
Fred calling
'Hi Freddy! '
The answer is as chilling as it's subdued
'It's not Freddy'
'It's his daughter'
'Please come to Level Five Hospital'.

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