CATCLYSMIC CACOPHONY IN RIVERS STATE
By Austin Isikhuemen
The Garden City of old folktales
Where Seagulls dance band held sway
To the swinging waists of city belles
Leery looks of soldiermen and seafarers
How did serene serendipity of yore
Give rise to this cacophony of dynamites
Of youths unafraid today since tomorrow
They were told is theirs has turned a ruse
Many rivers crossed, many a promise turned sour
A leader carried a cross bigger than Christ’s very own
Simon of Cyrene fained too busy to help out
With this subterfuge cross by a turbaned khalifa
The crown prince, versed in the wiles and guiles
Learned at ringside bouts that unfanged predators
Was ready for the game of the possible
And the croc infested waters of the many rivers of PH
Did it take long before the long hidden knives
Sharpened with the master’s file hidden in rafters
Reflected in dark places where decapitation is rife
And regicide an Olympic sport?
This Fubaraic decapitation of growing Wikedness
A lesson in martial arts where the young learner
Of leaner build and spritely gait in creeks of Rivers State
Should teach us to be careful who we underrate
The kid you teach to hide dynamite
May know a thing or two along the track
What to use to light it up
When need arise to help himself
Losers in this game of chess playing out in Okrika
Where checkmate stares potentate in the face
Olopa in camouflage can’t disguise unwholesome guile
Ass of old as law is called, as hole is pieced in maiden’s veil
7th Oct. 2024
