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By Chris Anyokwu
They called me clueless,
portmanteau for vice-lets. Ask Google and a thumbnail bio with my village name pops up as though nothing but only tares grow there. And search no further than one everyone hated as proof of its curse.
Although history is fair in her scorecard,a people poisoned see only scarecrows where doves perch. But pain,life’s unerring teacher, has wielded whips and scorpions these several seasons in our wake to drill in lasting lessons. For birdlings know only to cry need even when mother drops mashed morsels into their open mouths. Love was pegasus I rode through storms and stress with nation the only object.
But change is bride to old and young loins yearning for renewal even when the old remained bulwark. At the sweepstakes,they all rushed to embrace new bride,banishing the long-suffering consort to the dungeons. With swellings of the seas foaming at the mouth with blood and more blood,what good would ambition serve reigning over a graveyard of hope and dreams? Better relinquish the reins than let sweetmeats turn gall on our palate. But before the fancy palled, daydreams became decade of nightmares.
Chris Anyokwu, is a Professor in English Department, University of Lagos.
Quite fascinating and instructive. A rich combination of metaphor, paradox and synecdoche in the portrayal of a complicated society.
Welldone, Chris. The fluent and chaotic pen of this other side of insanity.