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Oswald Okaitei’s Elegy For The Flood and Fire Disaster Victims
Memories of 3rd June flood in Ghana stood in my eyes as I walked through the site of explosion at Kwame Nkrumah Circle this morning to record an elegy for Joy News. Alas, these words kept ransoming in my thoughts:
At this time,
In the depth of our sorrows
With breaths’ bloods
Written on the memorium canvas of that gory juncture,
Crania
Are engulfed by glaring portraits painted
By the invisible arms
Of running waters and treacherous plights of that night
That night—
An exposure of centenary rottenness that has fermented
And yet smelt good
In the nostrils of some pseudo-lord who gallivant around like )twedeap)n himself
That night—
A nightmare that keeps recurring in memories
Scaring us like does,
The bearded face of the proud monster who does plenty and yet nothing!
That night—
The judas that betrayed sleep and sold feeble souls
Into the claws of death;
A pathway for innocent souls on a premature voyage…
That night—
A vampire that lurked in the shadows
And set its teeth
To suck away breaths into the void world of nothing…
That night—
A call for a nation’s gathering in unceasing tears;
A rejuvenation of fears
And an atonement of weary and plights
That night—
The clarion call to remain mortals
And to lay our eyes
Beyond the strength of mortals and commune with the bearded man who sits beyond the clouds in holiness
That night…
That long undulating night…
That night—
The darkest omen written in the history of my land
Oswald Okaitei
(c)2015