In my country, comedies are a potpourri of melodies and maladies.
Daily
I sweep the street with my feet for what to eat,
Tottering and hovering around plazas and offices
With CV’s starched by the sun’s scorching heat
And shoes were worn by a starved soul with holed soles and cringing crevices.
Then, I was the first-class graduate, the formerly best dressed,
The one voted as most charismatic.
Now, I am the heartbroken, the dejected,
The one whose sagging shoulder bears the family’s weight.
I have kissed death a thousand times, but evaded a full embrace,
Isn’t suicide a tempting sin with scintillating scent?
They asked me to speak out,
But the last time my sister shared her plight with a disguised knight in shining armor
She became a prey; a damsel in distress, defiled in duress
The uber driver with listening ears was the source of unending tears.
Talking of tears, they said men do not cry,
So I sweat profusely under my tattered suit after reading the tenth rejection mail in one week,
Yesterday my sister lost her job because she wouldn’t get down with her MD,
“Use what you have to get what you want or get out ”, he muttered with brusque
What do we when death is an unwanted guest with open arms,
An escape from the demon binding pastor,
And an evil rebuking imam who believes depression is a taboo.
Do we play a mellifluous melody?
Or dance to a tune of titillating threnody?
In the bleakest time, please remember
He who has life has hope,
Don’t leave life,
Live life.
Author: Emmanuel Faith
Emmanuel Faith is an award-winning writer and poet who resides in Lagos. He recently published an e-Book, Chronicles of an intern, A self-instruct manual on how interns can map out amazing career path through their internship experiences.
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