When these words fell through, I was ear-deaf to loud sounds of raw rap, my heart was in a studio, my mind was in the artistes’ heads via their lyrics and my eyes caught a cock on a hen; all these through the bars of the dinning window.
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Whatever happened to the white-on-white suicidal?
Ndị Nigeria egbuo m oooo! (Nigerians have killed me)
Rotflmfao!
Obinna, Ị hụkwara ka ihu dị obodo a ka ụzọ Aba? (Obinna, d’you see how this nation’s plight wears the semblance of Aba roads)
E need-ịghị ịkọrọ Felix nk’ a akọọrọ (Felix needn’t be told this one)
He knows; it’s apparent
We don’t learn to forget; we forget to learn.
This visage is not a policeman’s roja bill (bribe)
It is only audiencing my homeland
Wishing away
How do 86,400 tick away?
They don’t
They bit-by-bitly dement the sojourner
The sojourner that stops though = the sojourner that dies
Ask the Laureate
Tell me the tale of Ojadịlị (Legendary warrior in Igbo myths)
Tell me the tale of Ikemefuna (Character in Achebe’s Things Fall Apart)
Gist me of the jaz of Samson delilah-ed (juju; charm)
Amaze me with the investiture of two cocoa presidents in one term
To Gbagbo or not to Ouattara, my brother?
Esidi n’isi jiri oji a? (Is this darkness from the brain?)
But none of these Thespian pieces equates the everyday – the
Waking up, sprawling on the corner of Life with hard labour; the
Wishing that that hospital had oxygen to help Him hold on a little longer; the (my father)
Walking, working for crumbs, crumbling from work; the
Hope-in, you know hope like faith “is not a tangible thing”.
And now that the eyes are blind
Let the brows envision the vision
The burden descended from the head
It rests on the shoulders.
Sitting In A Think-Pad
Now those children were not fifteen
They were many feeble humans
Scholared too early in this long gaol term,
Life
Furnaced too fast in this hearth,
earth.
We heard that the troops saved the day
On boomsday
We hear that this peace-mongering arsenal patrol will tarry
For Godot- how-long
You there heard
We here heard
But what we know is that normalcy mal-adjusts permanently when old loins are ravished by young bloods
Ukwu an’-eji ekwu ikwukwu (Waist used in imprecations)
Ukwu an’-eji agba akwụkwụ ( “ “ “ “ )
Ka ụmụaka lere nnọọ mee… Tụfia! (that kids have so…[incomplete clause])
The woman’s wrapper region,
Legendary curse cantonment
Blatantly dishonored
Like pre-crucifixion Christ
What if, unlike Jesus, they forgot to bless?
What if they united their dishonored waists
In one harmonious bend-over
With wearied flaps and flats
And chorused an execration?
Goriest what-if!
My condolences
To the families that have had their normal lives abducted forever
In sprays of AK
And a demand for ransom.
Some came home
Some …
chiNonso?
5:46pm 5/12/2010
A few translations to the Igbo parts some and other italicized points worthy of note have been inserted. Thnx.

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