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|I Murdered A Poet by Hidentity(m): 10:36pm On Oct 05|
The years of showers in the rain on perforated panties still lingers;
Of 2 Naira hooks cast in the flood, hoping for a big catch;
The ones of innocent dances among the audience of refined masquerades;
Not the rascals of this age adorned in ragamuffin's masks lying on the gods;
The years we earned 5 Naira daily for our meals, and no scintilla of worry in the air;
2 Naira bread, 2 Naira beans, and the last Naira as my daily tax to the bully next street;
Oh, I miss the year my "8" wasn't perfect, and I had to settle for two zeroes-one being a burden on the one beneath;
I miss the years I approached my sisters for a soft loan;
Seeking the fund to pay the bully whose toy I fell on and shattered;
By my collar, he had held me: "pay my 30 Naira tomorrow, else you die", he barked;
And their collective clay bank, sisters broke, to grant their dear brother a loan without collateral;
I set off Henry's debt, and I had some peace;
But 12 days lapsed, and my sisters came asking: "you said 10 days, you debtor. Pay your debt, lest Papa hears;
20 days passed, and I could only pay 3 Naira, the bully next street was still collecting tax, hence, I couldn't save;
One night after dinner, I was arraigned by my sisters;
Father was the judge, and my mother, the jury;
The complainant read my charge, and how I obtained a loan of 30 Naira which was not serviced;
I stood still in my faded Kampala shorts awaiting my verdict;
Beads of sweats formed on my forehead and strolled down my neck;
"Onigbese", my mother said to taunt me;
I always had a defence, but I was short of one this day;
"...here is my judgment", Papa said;
"You don't grant a loan to a man who has no source of income or collateral. This man is less than 10 and unemployed. David is hereby discharged and acquitted;
But mama, the jury wasn't happy with the verdict;
"Your verdict is unfair, leave the debtor, dear daughters. I will compensate you", mama said;
Two decades later, I'm left with carcasses of memories...
And as I took the wig and gown and bowed before the benchers, the poet in me was laid to rest, for law does not date a man committed to another.
October 5, 2018. 9:30 PM.
|Re: I Murdered A Poet by immortalcrown(m): 11:11pm On Oct 05|
Hidentity:Bar man: What is your brand?
Me: Give me a bottle of Hidentity.
Teacher: Who is Hidentity?
Me: Hidentity is an African.
|Re: I Murdered A Poet by Cacawa2: 12:48am On Oct 11|
Mokenano check your email
|Re: I Murdered A Poet by Hidentity(m): 8:54am On Oct 12|
Cacawa2:I don't understand why this has to be on my post.
|Re: I Murdered A Poet by Cacawa2: 11:57am On Oct 12|
Hidentity:calm down babyboy
|Re: I Murdered A Poet by Hidentity(m): 8:39pm On Oct 12|
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