This poem came to my mind when I heard of Senator John McCain’s passing. I don’t know him personally except for what was made public, but I developed a healthy amount of respect for him as I read a bit more about him. May His Soul Find Rest.
I dialled to say hello anticipating your upbeat response from hello, I was going to say more but most importantly I needed to hear the assurance of your voice
Your cell phone rang many times and I waited with bated breath but there was no voice in response The truth like a swift dagger I’ll never hear your voice again
Was it clutched in your hands when he struck with deadly intent did your blood splash on its screen over the image of your bright eyes shining through your screen saver
A million rhetorics race through my mind of things I should have said or done of plans, we had made together of how things made no sense of how you are no more
I dialled your number your phone rang in the grass where it lay fallen cut off just like its owner its upbeat ringing tone subdued like a dirge
I wrote this poem yesterday with my home country Nigeria in mind. Nigeria celebrated its Democracy day, but we are far from democracy. According to late Fela Anikulapo Kuti, it’s more like ‘demonstration of craze.’
The butchering of innocent citizens by Fulani herdsmen dominates the news each day, gory photos of men, women and children slaughtered in their homes, in their farmlands too horrifying to look at, yet, the Ostrich of a President does absolutely nothing. Could it be that he chose to turn a blind eye because ‘he is Fulani’?
I try to keep away from political issues as much as possible, but when we keep silent evil continues to triumph and it saddens me to see a beautiful, blessed Nation destroyed by avarice and criminals called leaders.
The running man: Can you do the running man dance? Maybe you’ll learn it today. Let me know how it goes 😉
The grass is always greener in the other decade: Some of our fantasy are best left that way. Do you remember your teenage crush and how he/she seemed like the best thing after ice-cream? This post took me down memory lane.
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