Although the ports at the moment
may have lost their bustle and urgency
and the roar of airplanes at the tarmac silent and idle,
very much like empty stands at soccer stadia in Italy,
spectators and gladiators locked-down by an unseen foe.
Although the chattering of voices,
blasting of horns and rendering of curses
at rush hour may have seized at Manhattan and Obanlende*
and the playgrounds at Paris not bearing its fruits –
laughters of children and grins of lovers.
Although the merchants of sin at night hours
have disappeared from red-light lit corners
and the blasting of stereos and pole dancers
sent home – their tempting rags, high heels
and make-up kits without their unbridled stings.
Still, still I await the return of civilization –
when the laws of Humanity will be hardwired in us,
when Nature is naught corrupt and Beauty not sick,
Kindness and Goodness no strangers to our thoughts.
I await the end of this ruin; the end of this pandemic.
When the inordinate pursuit of wealth and the vanity
it afflicts will be dead as soon as born in our hearts,
no more urgent business appointments and meetings
or amoral affairs that deprive us of God and family.
I await the demise of CoVID-19 – the rebirth of civilization.
© Ugo Nkwoala. Spilledwoords, 2020
Lad! Remember that no man ought to forgeta child’s tender youth is like tempering of waxapt to receive form – discipline before affectionmix threats with a fair look, manner with wit. A potter fashions his lay when it’s softa sparrow taught to come when younghot iron by a hammer’s stroke begets formand keeps it forever […]
4 It was the stuff of a satire, were it not painfully true. Nnenne sat silently on a black-spotted Ankara patterned sofa surrounded by chattering friends and coworkers. She and a handful of friends at Lolo’s urging – her childhood friend and workmate, had gathered at her residence to celebrate a hard-fought promotion greeted with […]
© Ugo Nkwoala |Spilledwoords.org | 2020
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