THE JOURNEY TO MY END
When the day got old and bare
I knew I had to do it
I needed a change of scene I mumbled
So up I stood, gazed at the twin parts and took the left, hoping it will never end.
On I lackadaisically moved my chunk body
Hoping I will hear that voice bidding back,
I guess I'd be fine.
I counted each step with awe and hope
Making the matter worst ,my hissing Tommy
Which kept sounding like baba Ade's retch guitar.
As I slide my fluttering and gittery hands inside my pocket
Reassurance and lame joy showered me like dew, I felt my cold 'transporter', the rope, my only surviving property!
I saw the giant smiling udara tree,
The home of the so called spirit my uncle Uche taled
Today am dinning with you guys I smiled
It all happened today as I came back from the meeting,
My wife was lying headless beside the pot of egusi soup she made for me Edu and ijeoma was killed by my collapsed hut,
I was left with this rope.
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