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

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