Reuben the cursed son of Jacob (Poetry) – by Elisha Otome Okoromoba

Reuben the cursed son of Jacob (Poetry) – by Elisha Otome Okoromoba

It was yesterday or was it not?

Your voice echoed through your pen

The ink glued to time and memories

Like the running night clouds when

The swift east wind wakes the sun

 

It is today, yes just today

Your pen echoes through your voice

Like the noisy okpolokpolo in Osho-drive’s chest

The lyric of which there’s no dance step

But bile mingled with disgust to our already flaccid legs

 

It was yesterday, yes just yesterday

Your pen like a dragon rained fire

To the defense of the commons and lowly

Whose future from ages long have been distilled

In the apparatus of fear, hopelessness and helplessness

 

I mean yesterday! Or was it not?

When we all rushed to Wilmer’s paper stand

To hear from the oracle of the Guardian

Whose mouth spewed terror on government’s treachery

As exemplified in Bukola’s lootitude anthem

 

Yea! It was you, yes you!

Who gave heads and presidents the lingering flu

At the threat of grenade and letter bomb

Your pen like Voltron’s magical blazing sword

Rubbished their excesses, dictatorship and cowardice

 

Oh today, yes just today

Like the gloomy weather that signal heavy rainfall

When we hide indoors to hope, chat and play

Our warrior sleeps and dines with Dolus and Apate

At the seeming high and unconquerable heavens of Aso Rock

 

The smell of Jacob’s fart

Rummaging your senses to sweetness

Is the axe and curse that writes your story in proverbs

For when tomorrow shall come

Today will be but yesterday and

We will call you Reuben the cursed son of Jacob

 

Elisha Otome Okoromoba

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