The sun rose undeservedly hurriedly
On that fateful morning doom and gloom,
What time and date my mind hates to recall;
Only that a new dawn was being borne
Clothed in deceit and chicanery.
The cosmic rays of the rising sun
Hit hardest in the city ghettoes;
And I suppose everywhere:
In the bays and in the wharfs below,
Beyond the cliffs and the costal plains
And all over the Gola Forest and
The Aureol Mountains and Valleys. Everywhere,
Life sprouted. "Kaka wi no wan yeri" resonated
Casting ominous red clouds overhead
But soon the euphoria faded away.
Soon, we see the sun setting
And darkness engulfing the bays and the
Wharfs and the entire landscape
Total Kaput as rations in homes dwindle away.
Life once in blossom now withers and ceases to be
Everywhere man is assaulted by overpowering
Stench of rotting flesh and decayed human excreta
Dieu merci, man now can taste the smell of it
As owners bleed while they behold their means
Of livelihood brutally but selectively raped
And commuters saluted by inhumane and
Draconian tax collection rigours
Symptoms of absolute economic terrorism, perhaps?
Suddenly an old voice intoned.
‘Let not your heart by this my dear be troubled’
Screw rather your resolve for these rays
Hammering so hard, shall on that day
Be overcome by a plant
A green prolific plant
Charged with empathy, abound in compassion
Her heart too replete with human kindness’.
Francis A.B