Akatu Ajonye: The President’s visit
The President’s visit
©2009 Akatu Ajonye
The slum soothed and gagged To frame its nature; Trenches and bushes are guarded And even the chicken Is not spared the scrutiny. Our streets shed their skin And wear new gloss And fresh tar stick to our feet To betray a hurried cause. Our sorrows too are shelved For a premature smile… And phew! The guest has come and gone With the patience of a flash. The slum regains its liberty; Now the chickens may stray, And our street may even wear to nudity And the tar is for every feet that cares to carry! Our sorrows then climb down Onto the bare shoulder of reality And the head sways Carrying the basket of promises Licked of its content by time.