Could it be a Dream or Reality?
It was a dark afternoon. Naturally, the scorching sun was shining in its uttermost capacity. But the heat and rays seems to be weak and lifeless. The rate of intensity was faded and be-little to get a cloth dried for any outing or occasion.
It was like pressing the turtle of a truck with injector blockage on the highway. What a disarray that will lead to a noisy intervention from the road marshals?
The day previous, I found myself in the midst of big crowd waiting for the king to appear from the palace. My thoughts were quite different. I got the invitation through a business associate and one bosom friend of the king who was used to the palace life right from the cradle.
I came around not to watch any movies or sit at the court yard. I am hungry and thirsty. I hope the love feat with the royal was set. No good friendship when food is not in attendant.
Everyone is a friend of the king. Not because of the love but the feast attached. Without food, the palace would soon be desolate. Water is the friend of everyone. But the fresh air cannot be deserted at all. If you are afraid of getting married to a witch; you may not need to have any woman by your side.
Yes, anytime the daily food intake at the royal house are on ration. Definitely, both the security guards and the slaves would have their breakfast late or missed completely.
Consequently, the next launch may be doubtful. While the dinner may be skipped with the grain of wheat commonly served as appetizer.
The hope of those aspiring for seat at the Aso Villa may hereby be trashed or dashed eventually. There may be no vacancy or space for strangers or the new-borns who are yet to have a re-birth or new identity.
Yes, when a person is sick or insane; but not tried to retire. Everything normal turns abnormal and unstable. The sweet good taste of honey would turned sour and bitter in the mouth like the swallow of gall.
Both the long and short acute tongues would refused bluntly to perform rightly without any overhaul. Who will do it right? A newly born baby or the wrecked old clergy! The tooth will feel the pains and stains sorrowfully like the grinding of hard stones during the Ramadan.
In that wise, instead of raising a glamour call for peace; he or she would be shouting and singing the songs of war or quell in the sire atmosphere of peace and harmony.
No wonder that Chinua Achebe says:
‘’When things fall apart, the centre will no longer hold again!’’
The mad barking dog instead of attacking the strangers and intruders would engaged in deeper sleep with disturbing sounds of snoring profusely that rattles like the racing motor –bike on the Express Way.
He choked like creamy dog. But by now who will enter the inner chambers of the palace to invite or call the king to order. When the shout–criers are heavily drunk from the stolen palace buffet on the market day.
The strange day with unusual experience at stake! Nothing trilling or inviting. The glory of mankind stripped and soil like riddles. Could this be a reality or day dreaming? When will the trance be off?
Wow! The king is gone wild and naked again. With red hot eyes like glowing charcoal. The traditional beaded crown is broken and stepped upon brutally with the petals of blood. Hopefully, the royal father have not over tasted the toxic spirit referred to as grape wine from the white-land stored in the big tank inside the inner room.
The ropes that held the king’s trousers are loosed and removed forcefully by unseen agents. The father of children is about dancing without drummers or singers. Will it be songs of hell or the choruses of heaven? What kind of Cantata?
Meanwhile, the insane daughter of the queen is unchained already. Her mouth like jaws of lion. She approached furiously with the palace long sword and the day-gun of security guards on duty in her hands. The black devil must have being on the cross!
Obviously, troubles have entered the town. The gods must be angry and hungry. Where gone the shrine priest to offer scarification? Will tragus be accepted?
What will be the prey for purification?
The arrows of god mixed with oars of thunder with those of the forest lions. Everywhere begins to rumbles in shambles. The epic sailing boat of love is about to shambles and bow against the whirlwind on the high sea.
The newly born babies and still-birth are forgotten and left behind crying inside the maternity and labour wards.
Both the nurses, doctors and midwives are gone on maternity leave. The notification of: ‘’Indefinite Strike Action’’ are placed on the walls.
By now, praying for divine intervention must have been late already. The birds have gone away out of the nests and cages. The prison wall are broken. The inmates have ran into the thick forest to hide inside the ant-hills.
A season movies is about to be played. Let’s wait for the title on the screen. Undoubtedly, the most appropriate title for the entrenched Award Winning Video would be:
‘’The Kings’ Trouble Inside The Palace of Love’’
The streams of life attempts to flow in wrong directions. But no matter the delay; the dark of nights will cover the shambles and shames like komos!
When the huge drop of milk seized like a breast feeding baby, I cried bitterly for the displeasure. Everything would be absorbed completely in the imagined reality of our functional worlds of delight.
Oh, I never knew it was day dreaming and not reality. The early morning smoke had gone off the eyes of the day #entertainment #entertainment #Featured #ForYourInformation #Africa #Really #arts
It was a dark afternoon. Naturally, the scorching sun was shining in its uttermost capacity. But the heat and rays seems to be weak and lifeless. The rate of intensity was faded and be-little to get a cloth dried for any outing or occasion.
It was like pressing the turtle of a truck with injector blockage on the highway. What a disarray that will lead to a noisy intervention from the road marshals?
The day previous, I found myself in the midst of big crowd waiting for the king to appear from the palace. My thoughts were quite different. I got the invitation through a business associate and one bosom friend of the king who was used to the palace life right from the cradle.
I came around not to watch any movies or sit at the court yard. I am hungry and thirsty. I hope the love feat with the royal was set. No good friendship when food is not in attendant.
Everyone is a friend of the king. Not because of the love but the feast attached. Without food, the palace would soon be desolate. Water is the friend of everyone. But the fresh air cannot be deserted at all. If you are afraid of getting married to a witch; you may not need to have any woman by your side.
Yes, anytime the daily food intake at the royal house are on ration. Definitely, both the security guards and the slaves would have their breakfast late or missed completely.
Consequently, the next launch may be doubtful. While the dinner may be skipped with the grain of wheat commonly served as appetizer.
The hope of those aspiring for seat at the Aso Villa may hereby be trashed or dashed eventually. There may be no vacancy or space for strangers or the new-borns who are yet to have a re-birth or new identity.
Yes, when a person is sick or insane; but not tried to retire. Everything normal turns abnormal and unstable. The sweet good taste of honey would turned sour and bitter in the mouth like the swallow of gall.
Both the long and short acute tongues would refused bluntly to perform rightly without any overhaul. Who will do it right? A newly born baby or the wrecked old clergy! The tooth will feel the pains and stains sorrowfully like the grinding of hard stones during the Ramadan.
In that wise, instead of raising a glamour call for peace; he or she would be shouting and singing the songs of war or quell in the sire atmosphere of peace and harmony.
No wonder that Chinua Achebe says:
‘’When things fall apart, the centre will no longer hold again!’’
The mad barking dog instead of attacking the strangers and intruders would engaged in deeper sleep with disturbing sounds of snoring profusely that rattles like the racing motor –bike on the Express Way.
He choked like creamy dog. But by now who will enter the inner chambers of the palace to invite or call the king to order. When the shout–criers are heavily drunk from the stolen palace buffet on the market day.
The strange day with unusual experience at stake! Nothing trilling or inviting. The glory of mankind stripped and soil like riddles. Could this be a reality or day dreaming? When will the trance be off?
Wow! The king is gone wild and naked again. With red hot eyes like glowing charcoal. The traditional beaded crown is broken and stepped upon brutally with the petals of blood. Hopefully, the royal father have not over tasted the toxic spirit referred to as grape wine from the white-land stored in the big tank inside the inner room.
The ropes that held the king’s trousers are loosed and removed forcefully by unseen agents. The father of children is about dancing without drummers or singers. Will it be songs of hell or the choruses of heaven? What kind of Cantata?
Meanwhile, the insane daughter of the queen is unchained already. Her mouth like jaws of lion. She approached furiously with the palace long sword and the day-gun of security guards on duty in her hands. The black devil must have being on the cross!
Obviously, troubles have entered the town. The gods must be angry and hungry. Where gone the shrine priest to offer scarification? Will tragus be accepted?
What will be the prey for purification?
The arrows of god mixed with oars of thunder with those of the forest lions. Everywhere begins to rumbles in shambles. The epic sailing boat of love is about to shambles and bow against the whirlwind on the high sea.
The newly born babies and still-birth are forgotten and left behind crying inside the maternity and labour wards.
Both the nurses, doctors and midwives are gone on maternity leave. The notification of: ‘’Indefinite Strike Action’’ are placed on the walls.
By now, praying for divine intervention must have been late already. The birds have gone away out of the nests and cages. The prison wall are broken. The inmates have ran into the thick forest to hide inside the ant-hills.
A season movies is about to be played. Let’s wait for the title on the screen. Undoubtedly, the most appropriate title for the entrenched Award Winning Video would be:
‘’The Kings’ Trouble Inside The Palace of Love’’
The streams of life attempts to flow in wrong directions. But no matter the delay; the dark of nights will cover the shambles and shames like komos!
When the huge drop of milk seized like a breast feeding baby, I cried bitterly for the displeasure. Everything would be absorbed completely in the imagined reality of our functional worlds of delight.
Oh, I never knew it was day dreaming and not reality. The early morning smoke had gone off the eyes of the day #entertainment #entertainment #Featured #ForYourInformation #Africa #Really #arts
