#ThinkOutLoud: WE THE “OTHERS”- Osowe Oluwagbenga @gbengaosowe

#ThinkOutLoud: WE THE “OTHERS”- Osowe Oluwagbenga @gbengaosowe

“In honour the many OTHERS who died in company of dignitaries”

 

Cries of joy heralded our arrivals

By our births, allegiance with barrenness got denounced,

Cows, fowls, goats and rams were led to the slaughter

Parents rejoiced at the coming of their sons and daughters

You can now call us mothers and fathers they proudly announced

We have brought forth children who would guarantee our family survival

 

Oh the joy of our parents to see us blossom

Like little children they giggled as we took our first steps

Tiny as we were they sent us to school

To learn of the ways that lead to fame

The teacher’s cane was a willing tool

Administered to keep from the ways of shame

 

Oh, I hear about the Prime Minister’s mother?

The tales of war, declared on her abductors

The loud-mouthed governor roared like a Jack Bauer

“Give us 24 hours” he said, we’d surely find her

How I wish same was said of the countless others

The numerous others found dead, maimed, dismembered.

 

Being in the governor’s employ was no mean feat

Pleas, lobbying and bribes played their part

A place in His Excellency’s palace and you’re made

Access to the good things of life surely guaranteed

Countless trips to serve the governor tea

Waiting while he met with endless committees

 

The General’s retinue is not for mere men

Tawdry jokes by the warlord must not be laughed at

Unwilling listeners to many a boring tales we were

To be seen and not heard was our unlucky portion

Many envy us, our lot they’d gladly have

But we are just the others, the insignificant others

 

The call of duty I can’t refuse

For this purpose was I trained and paid

The air is my habitat, the view from these heights, heavenly

The whims of these silly old men, I have to bear

An order from the Commander of the Forces, my opinions don’t count

I chose to be a Pilot, a lord on air

 

Ten pages for the General,  and six for the Governor

Encomiums, eulogies and accolades

Pour forth in their honours

Our names, many would never know

Oh, the indignity of dying in the midst of dignitaries

Now WE are the OTHERS, the insignificant others.

 

(Happy birthday to you my friend Olanrewaju Bucknor, aka @lordrooz. May you not die as one of the others)

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