Songs of Anisha
“Seven Point Wetin?”
by Chidi Anthony Opara
The town crier’s voice,
The message of his gong
Roared into homesteads,
Harassing hungry villagers,
Angry villagers,
Huddled together in subdued anger,
In haunted homesteads,
Homesteads haunted
By angry guardian Angels,
Angry at recurrent barter
Of patrimony at election times.
The town crier’s mean voice,
The message of his compromised gong
Continued to charge
At sleep soaked eardrums.
“The anointed
Whom you elected
Comes soon to our land
With seven point agenda”,
The town crier roared.
The village wit,
Drunk with early morning sleep,
Stirred and spoke,
“Seven point wetin?”.
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