Month: March 2015
Alas!!!! Tis the season again, another year to pick a new king,
The drums, each with its unique beat and each representing a different clan, beating hard
But songs of war are being sang beneath the thunderous beat of the drums,
Evil motives moves the feet of the clan leaders, rather than the beat from their drums
Dis-trust and threats is masked under endearing smiles and embrace,
One would almost think he/she was in the presence of gods, in the graceful manner they carry themselves in the presence of fellow contenders,
But the people can’t help but notice the helpless sway of their eyes darting to the ultimate prize of the THRONE
One would think that it is the fountain of life itself.
Indeed, time draws nearer, excitement in the air,
The clans push forward the contenders, let the people choose they say
There are shouts of joy at the arena-
Suddenly it is cut short by a heavy mist of despair, screams of anguish, confusion and pain become the very air they breathe
What is this? They ask themselves
The wine we all drank is poisoned! Shouts one man
Who poisoned it? They all ask
But silence answers their question
Slowly the poison entwines with the heart and gives life to distrust amongst brothers, anger against elders, confusion amongst the wise and hatred to the very earth that gave life
The making of a king
No longer is a festival
But war, war not with enemies or strangers
But war amongst brothers
The war songs sound louder than the beating of the drums
Evil no longer wears the mask of a smile or an embrace
Feet move with an intent to kill.
The contenders look on from their high stools and give orders to those whom they choose for game…
Written by Miss Yelnen.
I don’t know where to start or what to write. Do I ask about how you are faring? Do I ask of how your son is? Or how the billion children you have are? *awkward silence* This was probably a bad idea-you are way too busy solving world crisis to read this trivial letter.
I’m still here and I figured I might as well complete the letter I started. I want to talk to you so bad! Lately, I feel so distant. It’s like my life is constantly moving without direction. I feel it and I know it that I left you somewhere along the road. We used to be really close. But all I feel in my heart right now is emptiness, the void you left.
I don’t remember where I lost you. Was it when I got new friends? A new job? The cars and the fame? I’m calling out but I hear no answer. I’m reaching out but I can’t feel you…why are you so far from me? Please don’t let me go. Life is so scary without you. Monsters roam the world trying to prey on me, but you said you will pray for me…So why do I still feel afraid?
Fear wraps me about like a wet blanket, I lie in guilt and sleep with condemnation, and I thought I was a new nation…The past is gone, the new is here, the old creature is gone and I’m made new. But right now I feel I just delved back into the world, preferring the old coat to the new…
Frustrated, angry, depressed, can’t take this no more and then I turn to my demons. Pouring out all my secrets like a leaking pipe, so desperate for a word of comfort and a hug-I get none. Ashamed and alone I turn my back on the good, since the world is full of evil, let me be d-evil.
Words on paper don’t make any sense, I’m so tensed, can’t even complete my sentence. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I want to come back home. Like the prodigal son shamelessly feeding on the meal of pigs, I’ve eaten crap for so long it leaves me in tears. I miss you dad. Please take me back.
©Mfon Etuk, 2015