Izuu's Turn

What if I say I don’t trust you anymore? What if I mean You are friend no more? What if I tell I love another more What if I vision A friend I want more? What if I see Loyalists who are more? What of I stand Your presence no more? What if I crawl Farther from you more? What if I walk Away from you more? What if I jump Away from you more? What if I run Faster from you more? What if I catapult Myself from your presence more? What if I turn From where you are more? How you respond Will make me be truthful more. © 28.Dec.2010   Izuu Nwankwọ

Yes, it was a good turn that I did you Not recompense for good you did me Just my choice to revere you Could have called any other than you What you claim to own Could’ve been five, eight, ten or even twenty Times better with another peer Yes, another girded with the two-word solution I owed you nothing then, nothing now May be not in the future But you; you owe me Not from your bank account nor favour Neither do I solicit a miserable invitation letter To become one slave driver’s magic wand Your gold, your silver, I need none Yes, all I needed was the two-word solution The elapsed time of then and now Has swollen the interest on your debt Your words would have enriched my life As my favour your bank statement But you demurred after receiving mine Conceited in vanity of life decades before mine Forgetting boss’s life lies in the gate keeper’s list Yes , he needs the two-word solution If I didn’t give it You could have had others, not THIS! A second or two of haranguing me With a bre

It happens everywhere: politics--global, local, and glocal There is always something that someone wants to keep from the knowledge of somebody Amidst the smiles, pretences and upended falsehood There lies a subterranean pouch, filled to the brim with leering sham Shrouded in back-slapping and vigorous handshake formalities What about the suits? The starched shirts? Stiff ties that more or less look like dog collars on the necks of the file-carrying subordinates Schooled in the lies which their principals ferry from coast to coast They coat their faces with cosmetic smiles and follow the path of deception That their governments have drummed into their heads Here comes the weaky leaks ... exposing pretensions of nations The world is topsy-turvy because the diplomats we used to know Are nothing but spies? Nay, that is glorifying them from their base abode They are gossips and rumour-mongers. All over the world We now know that they say one thing to the public and another to their govern

I lie. The genesis of a people’s crises I lie. The revelation of myriad crimes I lie. Through dubious smiling teeth I lie. Legs spread their full width Really matters less which I lie. I want to be voted I lie. I want to be noted I lie. A hyperbolised white affair I lie. A cushioned sex affair Doesn’t matter at all where I lie. I am above all I lie. I am above ill I lie. On the podium of insane politics I lie. In the bosom of male prostitutes Care less about who I lie. Sanctioned by impunity I lie. Excused by gluttony I lie. In the company of sycophants I lie. With a throng of samplers Inconsiderate of when I lie. In the manner of tyrants I lie. With the matter of sluts I lie. No recourse to decorum I lie. No desire for condom Not concerned with what Savouring the taste of lying. I lie Regurgitating the vain of cheating. I lie No matter which it is Where it is Who it is When it is What it is I just lie!

Someone once rightly said, 'I was crying I have no shoes until I saw someone without legs.' Which will you rather have: shoes or legs? Affluence or good health? Most beautiful bride or peace in the home?