BAMS-Bowen Association Of Medical Students

THE GAMES
It was midnight. The identity of the flame thrower was a mystery as ancient as age. During the off season, his designation was searched by the most versed in sorcery. His sole vulnerability was these 5 minutes. And yet
on this night, even the pride of antique decipherers was inconsequential, so nascent in cogency in juxtapose to the flame itself.
The torch was lit. OMG! The torch was lit! I jumped out of bed in synchronym to the town's leap from sleep. I hugged my window sill as I stared into the enchantment of the red crescent in the hills. My room was aglow with the excitement in my heart and the darkness of my extinguished lamp. I could feel the smile prodding at the corners of my lips, widening my countenance as it had done this season the previous year. I gave vent to the ferocious ecstasy within and burst into a laughter echoed by numerous others in my vicinity and beyond. Tonight we shared in the glory of sport for tomorrow we spill its blood.

Enthralled and overly captivated by the reflection of a unified spirit in the glitter of the torch, my smile is the constellation of sinister and piety. For indeed, the games are here…

David Okunade
200l MBBS