RETURN OF KING EBELE XVI REVISITED

A puff of the feathers by the golden peacocks doing an Ogogoro Dance

 Exactly at the spot where our moon dance used to hold

Actually did steal my admiration in a thousand ways so cruel!

Was I being sadistically thrilled to slumber tethered to the stakes of ignorance?

Or drilled to familiarize with the fatal ropes of defeat across the battle line where Sampson got trapped On his wedding day?

Or did my five senses fail to delete the dirge from the Hymnal where the Rites of Blessings

Performed by fellow visitors to my Delilah transformed into a pet named “Ekene”?

Yes indeed!

My laugh echoes high around the statue of your many IweneTansis in Aba.

Oh dear!

Take your rambling fingers off my manhood!!

For you did nothing, practically nothing, to preserve my footsteps

On the hot sands of the Sahara on my way back from the mission of Reconnaissance.

And take note that I arrived early enough to catch a glimpse

Of your colorful performance in the act of perfidy the previous Nkwo Market day.

I am appalled at the gait with which you spread hate.

I am jeered to see you beating the drums of war!

But just two poles away from where your beautiful bride

Lay in ambush with a kiss of tall garlands for a service you never rendered

An abyss stood taller against your crumbling ambition.

And just very close to the crossroads where all roads lead only to yesterday

The Windvane unsuccessfully battles the speed of the hot sandy winds from the Kano Hills

And so I predict your suicide!

Because I have noticed your arthritic limbs have all their strengths dried up

Yet the wagon of forlorn hope refuses to loosen its hold on your neck.   

But I am blown to pieces by your doom!

And must I wear aprons of cruel tantrums atop my flowing white garments

When my crucifixion has proved more rewarding than self-pity?

Now as always

That Pity alone faults my weight on this scale of Victory

I am constrained to disengage my measured steps

To the top of the mountains so that you can return

For only Love alone is fit to donate the Eagle Wings of my choice.

Therefore

Return! Return!! Return!!!

Leave no Word for the man from THE SUN.

Return before the Insiders TELL THE NEWS!

Return before Vanguards Punch The Newsbearer!!

Return before THE NATION goes back to The Source of our ranting!!!

Know ye that The Police at Ukwu Egbu

Do not have any warrant of arrest against you.

And if the fare to Market Road  and to its neighbors at Abayi is costly

Would the price tag on Miss Maria at Assumpta not find her fill of glory

When I myself I am once more married to Vincent’s in your location at Oyigbo next week.

But be sure of this!

That a trek on the bridge across to the Rivers of my love is easier

But it costs more, very much more

To the Masters who have perfected in the act of Perfidy.

For I myself equally hold an award in Activism.

Just look! Look!! Look!!!