WHO SHALL NARRATE OUR CHRONICLES?
WHO SHALL NARRATE OUR CHRONICLES? Who shall narrate our chronicles? Of the times we lived in huts and caves Wrapped in leaves as the elements battered our delicate skins Fashioned tools and weapons with stones and sticks Conquered beasts and terrains with our bare hands Created communities and appointed leaders from amongst us Buried our children as they died of unknown diseases Vainly battled against malevolent forces Our futile sacrifices to dead gods recursively unacknowledged Our voodoo and jinxes ineffective A time of PLAGUES, EPIDEMICS and FAMINE Who shall narrate our chronicles? Of our capture and imprisonment on our own soil By the fair-pigmented demon Our exile to an unknown land Forced to work amidst canes of sugar and apples of pine Our ingestive apertures sealed with impenetrable latches As we built modern “Babel towers,” Died within the rows and ridges Buried enmass in colossal doors in the floor Correctively raped by our depraved taskmasters Ironically modeled into gladiators for their pleasure As we toiled amidst blood and sand in the arena much to their sick delight A time of OPPRESSION, SUBJUGATION and DOMINATION! Who shall narrate our chronicles? Of our return from ostracism The demise of our valiant heroes Whose candor and nerve contributed to their expiration, Our reclamation of our isolated domains, The rebuildings and recoveries of seized territories, Our struggles and tussles for total freedom from our bleached captors Our plots and coups against the hands of tyranny, Our amalgamation and unification after relentless toil, As the white-green striped emblem danced in the skies. The replacement of our conquerors with our liberators, Those we put all our hopes in. Their betrayal and perfidy As our costs of living soared calamitously. Our security degenerated to a new low. A time of DESPAIR, DISILLUSIONMENT and DESPODENCY! Who shall narrate our chronicles? Of the upheaval by the camoflagued warlords, The penetration of government echelons by smart illiterates, The silence in the streets of all and sundry, The hushed whispers in chambers and closets, The cries, torture and deaths in prison cells, The satirical lyrics by the brave panted crusader, his euphony and message striking a chord. The spicy words of the brilliant white-haired intellectual, As he voiced his disapproval time and again The hangings and slaughters of the martyrs As the powers that be rotated the control amongst themselves. A time of TREACHERY, FEAR and APPREHENSION! Who shall narrate our chronicles? Of the return of the flowing garment to supremacy After the demise of the apple-munching fiend and the completion of a solar revolution by the meek legionnaire. Of the wastes and mismanagements Draining away our hopes and expectations The exponential augmentation of living costs, The scarcity of the once abundant energy fuel, The hikes in prices of the previously abundant grains The corruption and infiltration by sensational high-ranking petty thieves, The passing of “The Umbrella” from idiot to fool to buffoon, The kidnaps and tussles in the South The cries for liberation in the East The voiceless dependence on prayers in the West The bombings and beheadings in the North The pointless agendas and policies The incessant Massacre of the lingua franca by the Queen Bee The continued martial hold on the nation by a fearsome trio The mishaps and strifes and rituals. A time of ECLECTIC and OUTLANDISH IDIOSYNCRACIES! Who shall narrate our chronicles? When finally we cease to be When all that’s left is dust and smoke Our lands finally blown apart Our culture completely disintegrated And aliens our lands gradually rebuild Who shall be left to tell these stories? And who indeed shall be left to listen? Oreoluwa Aboluwarin Abeokuta Nigeria I blog at www.aboluwarin.com Join me on twitter: @oreoluwade
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