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“A little Giant 2” by Providence Wright

How I wish I could enter the mind of a mosquito,
To know what it knows
And see what it sees

How on Earth does it know
That its buzzing in the ear of man
Causes discomfort?
How does it see even in the darkest of nights?

Its nature is nocturnal, I agree
Is that why it has mastered every nook and cranny of my house?
They always come in battalions; their Commander,
Releasing them in batches,
So, when the anti mosquito substances come
Whether in liquid, solid or air
They all don’t die at once.

Where on Earth did this creature get such wisdom!?

So little it is, yet causes so much pain with its ferocious bites; you know,
If its bites were inconsequential like that of Paul’s experience at Melita, how sweet it would have been.
But its infusion and theft causes swelling when itched
And discomfort all round.

Oh! Thou female specie
The worst of them all,
Spreading her virus into man without care.
How I hate her essence!
Many have died; innocent children who couldn’t be shielded from your cruelty.

I understand you have to do this to survive
And you have,
As you are the most successful insect on Earth
Man’s numerous attempts to bring you down has failed.

You wicked thing!
You pride in our fall,
Nonetheless, I believe that Africa will conquer you someday!

“A little Giant” by Providence Wright

A poor countenance in a rich environment is what you have brought
I have a lot to say;
The arrival of the Moon is a signal to your terror,
You unleash your sting on humanity

At night, we hear unrhythmical claps trying to end your game
Many are unsuccessful
Why were you created? I ask myself
You have become so rude
That you dare to spread your wings even at noon.

Oh ye Creator of insomnia
Beside you
Every other insect is intimidated
When the mosquito meets with the cockroach, it asks
What are your feats?
The roach becomes numb
It asks the fly
How many deaths have you caused in the last decade?
The fly flies away
Even the almighty bee bows at its prowess.

Our environment doesn’t welcome the snow
Our insane gutters encourage your living
Our stagnant waters have crowned your reproduction
Scientist have made a cure from your sting
But it isn’t enough to save mankind
From your little big cruelty.