May 22, 2018

WISHFUL THINKING


                                                                    
When there are no concrete evidences to
nail the poser
Wishful thinking becomes the norm,
To do the willful but wishful magic .

It was painful when I lost my memory card,
That agony of years of labour,
And then a small boy with no conscience.


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Surfaced from nowhere and stole it,
An d on the third day discovered the theft.


When I opened my phone at the need of a use
‘Oh it was stolen,how did it happen?
Could it be where I charged my phone,the gaming house?


Oh bete9ija,it wa not so,I doubt they those boys did it
Could it be my brothers at home?
Oh I doubt they did,oh I doubt they did.

This after I had raved against them a couple of times,
First it was Emanuel our youngest brother,
‘’ Oh you stole my memory,you think,I don’t know’’


I yelled at him with the uncommon ease of an intemperate
Shallow bud not deemed me unripe
‘’Are you mad,how can I steal?Dont I have my own?You are mad!’’


Then raged like an inferno on top of his voice for some minutes
‘’Cool down,you are shouting,
Margaret ,our landlord daughter,our new landlady from Abuja.


Is hearing.Dont you get it?’’But he raged still with a bit rising
 Momentum
‘’Let her hearyou are liar ,let her hear,
how can I steal it?’’Then I cooled down in a flashback.



Now thrown in reminiscence,I traced down memory lane ,
And narrowed my winces in the last four days,
Down to the phone repairs,which I did when its earpiece
Got bad.


And heypresto I stood up and put on my cloth left home
And headed to the shop of the suspect,
 Oh,the apprenticed engineer?’’ I muted still belching with
Animosity.


My feet weary and wobbling as they go,how come years of
Labourious agony
Vamoosed with my one day carelessness,
Lack of vigilance and vanished forever with just one day theft.


‘’Open the phone,you repaired the phone,where the memory card?’’
Dumbfounded ,mouth agape as he struggled ,
With his haggard but  beanspoke frame to open the phone


He opened the phone and there was no memory and there I
Rained curses,
‘’You are a thief,you stole the memory card’’
Still banboozzled and stammered with nebulous teeth


No,noi didn’t steal it and yellow was’’referring to the albino,
Who sat down and was visibly present ,
During the initial diagnostic process of detecting the technical
Problem.

‘’No,no,you are liar,he was not there when the repair started,
For he had gone and there was no witness,
Two men in the room probably too apprenticed engineer.

I could not tell really and when you look at their visages were
Less concerned,
And though were somehow discontented and apoplectic barely show
Displeasure against the theft as if it was normal,
With disdain they viewed my ranting as an ant,and if true what would you
Do.

He who comes to equity does not delay,and he who comes to equity must
With clean hands,
The boy scribbled a few words and alarmed
And at best vertiginoius who was caught unawared,with my apologia


I was to blame myself to act too late and not armed myself with
credible evidence ,
Even though circumstantial evidence could do the work
In law where direct evidence could not be procured.


I was probably dreadful to take the long battle and even averted,
The notion to call thee police for an arrest,
Should he fail to admit the pilferage.and being stone cold faces.

They put on,I was not sure if it was not real even though I was so sure
For there was no concrete evidence to nail the poser,
And so wishful thing,became the norm and the juvenile robber,absconded
With glee.

Where are no concrete evidence to nail the poser,
Then wishful thinking becomes the norm,
To do the willful but wishful magical thinking,
And nothing for something can be dividends for agony,
Of years of labour,of lost recorded speeches,of lost
Sacred interviews as reporter,of lost songs that could,
Have changed humanities and the world a better place to live,
Oh,of siblings brought up in wrong families,of teens’get rich
Syndrome,
And the world a better place cannot be,considering my statusquo
As a penniless orphan,trying to get a good life,
I was sure of the theft and my flashback was correct,
But it was possibly due to the dread that I couldn’t act,
Who know me ? Do I have the money to fight  even this
Petty case.
Oh it was dread rather than to blame wishful thinking,
And the dream of  being a great minstrel could probably,
Have been destroyed.

WALKING SHADOWS


                                                
Feckless featherbed exults faucet of uncanny fatuity ;
Hounded by a wily whiplash and a filament of  dodgering
Shadows;
Bedecked with  disgusting ,dilatory mounds of Hegelian
Dialectics  and sewered by refutations;
Dewy-eyed dexterous vile of a racouteaur,detonated
Dinosaurs  of  incorrigible dilletantes ;
Toxified barbarian coxscombs,desecrable hagiologies
 of  folklores  and grandiloquent fairy tales ;
The sovereign dejure and  deistic dejavus of delinquent
goods ,humiliated to pouch  on a defenceless pawn;
Dead reckoned as deadloss and deadbeat like a plummet
 on a plumpy lull.
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Deafen  now your ears to the wailing walls  fathomed to
 deactivate the wheeziness of deadweight tonnage;
Nor condescend  to  waxen the waxworks,the wavelength
and to muster a debenture for a deathknell-a sky-pie;
Wail no more death-penalty  on  deadwoods  to douse
and daze the dastardlies and gauchy clouds of nebula ;
Not touted a damnation as a daylight robbery –a dalliance
 of social darwinists;
Infested with the damndest dead-reckoning of machiavelian
  chronicles ;
Coxscomb as dandier  as ever ,coxswain as coyier than ever ,
 cozenish and cracking ;
As living dead cobbled and clustered in living hell,walking shadows,
walking barrels of broken promises ;
Fidgety grimaces in cankers –a torid torts and torrential rain of
torsion for its dispersal of tragedycomedians.





Gallantry ounces  and galumph of hedonism ,pied-eyed-brownies,
quaffing mules of discotheques and bartendees of ale-houses ;
Leery pygmies of voluptuary leechers  like wasp and bees on a spot ,
  dances its effigy on the canvas;
The city wails the disconsolate gallivant of girth , doddering discipleship of
 biblio-cracy ;
Drappers unkempt ,dappers avalanche and dovecote flutterers not
 yet in town;
And mauled downwind,pertinaciously downhill,they slope,
bingo-downhill street they slope;
Falconers fest,falcons fest on the periphery ,dizzy praetorian
 guards and pedants  of garrison-like watchmanship ;
Knoweth not on the hegemenious  pecking order , when they
peddle skin- peel offs and peekaboos.



Would the eyelids and eyesight have downplayed the eyesore ,
eyeballed by eyewitnesses?
Eye-catching gory tales-a density  shrouded as facetious pecadilloes
 with extenuating  passion ;
Welcome into the frontiers of the ferrymen ,garbage of gangrenes
 and gavotte gawks ;
Gazebos of sweltering fatalists and smokescreen grovelers ,
hagridden pests of the jungle ;
Dizzying ,effeminate and half-cocked,half baked and hair rising
 still haggle for a hapo’rth  incommunicado;
In a public square ,bugged down by  bouquet of  harum-scarum
 medley of guttersnipes ;
Harpoon of misery and harlequinade,downsward harebrained and
 hare-blown  .



Harps on evermore its  applique , haws and pest of hatchery on the sands
of sahara;
Pallidity wanes not its apparatchik even as haystack needle’ s palid tempest
swoops  on  its vagabond;
Behold,  the city wails thou  o arcadian arcana as patchwork  of palimpsest
glides on;
 The testicles of  palindrome to asp  and go ballistics  the bedlam and
 beanspoles of palish smitten pandemonium;
Fast faced ,senescent ,bimbos and billygoats of the blaggers ,ignoble
seneschal and senility of the avantgarde ;
Shirking   sherpherdness to shoo its deviationist  shuttlecock  for
Monkey business;




Stony-broke , ethos-broke and  morish bankrupt  and still yet
 blabs of blackmark disdain;