Of mystery and the will to live
Battling bones entangled with marrows just to suck out some dose of silky sweetness that lie therein.
Men and ladies of different colours
White, black, blue, red and maybe wine
Drinking the sour wine gifted them as Champaign after collecting certificates from varying institution just to stand on queues for a job of only 10 positions.
Well, life itself is a queue where one may choose to follow the protocol only for headnuts to despise the culture and, pave them a new way.
Narrow is this way that leads to job employment yet, filled with both creatives and other breeds.
What pains me most is this diva’s pancaked face where I can see Mary at the north and Kay smiling at the south.
Still, in this type of place where folks like me covered their seeming nakedness with nice shirts and baddest blazers is a friend I know not — regal in his babariga, styling his head with a blue Hausa cap. At least, we are not Englishmen.
One day, we shall sing new songs when our wines are injected into better, refreshed wineskins.
The despair of heart poured finely on a white sheet… Life’s complexity explained simply..
“One day, we shall sing new songs when our wines are injected into better, refreshed wineskins”
We shall tell these tales with wide smiles on our chins,
With no sight of hoodlums nor ragamuffins,
Just the dreams we had of the good breeds
Of people becoming the populace of the country…
Photo Credit: Eunice Cinwon
Photo Location: Ekuku Dam, Agassa, Okene, Kogi State (Nigeria)
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