I have been here many times
With arms stretched wide yet hugged by an empty space.
Those quiet days of reckless thoughts
Days of several pieces, yet nothing to piece together
I have heard the drums of war from afar
Some were so near that even a man with partial sight could see
I heard he who stands with bare hands between Ogedemgbe and Ogunmola won’t be remembered by his kinsmen
Yes, he will be slaughtered, but the war will still be about Ogedemgbe and Ogunmola.
But where do you then stand, I ask
Is it a dark place?
Or the pool of blood of slain warriors whose names will never be heard nor remembered
“Life is war”
I have heard several it times that it no longer breeds reflections
Perhaps, life is a war nobody wins
Or maybe some win
Or some just have an illusion of victory
Victory on the right, more obstacles on the left,
Then the usual consolation, “With whom much is given, much is expected”
Yet nobody asks, can’t less be the reward for victory?
He is a good man, but……
Nigerian girls have perfected a letdown, it is the way the winner hugs whoever comes second
“You gave a good fight”
If he did, how come he didn’t win.
And just as the winner celebrates, he is told he just qualified for another round
Maybe nobody wins,
Maybe every praise is just some form of consolation
And we are all in a dark place searching for the first bright light without stains