Demise of the Town Crier
- By Nnaemeka Oruh
- Published October 15, 2005
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Nnaemeka Oruh
Nnaemeka Oruh majored in English, at the University of Port Harcourt, where he graduated as the best Graduating student of the 2002/2003 session. Oruh is interested in Poetry, and other forms of Creative Writing. He is an Essayist who has been published in various websites, and Newspapers in Nigeria and abroad. Oruh's basic area of focus is the travails of the Nigerian youth, and indeed the political problems of nigeria, which he believes is the root cause of all the problems in the country.
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The cloth is soaked red by
Blood flowing from
The mutilated body of,
A man, reduced to a bleeding piece of earth,
By the actions of reckless drivers.
"To the hospital! To the hospital!!"
The voices of concerned citizens croaked.
A Good Samaritan provides a car,
And the bleeding piece of earth is whisked off.
White walls, nurses dressed in white,
White sheets, a sea of whiteness
As if one is among angels and,
The bleeding earth is carried in.
The dumb receptionist,
Having extracted a compulsory card fee,
Indifferently points to a room.
The bloodied form is wheeled in.
“Doctor! Doctor!!”
The god does not hear,
He is busy fondling the breast of
A nurse in skimpy gown.
Blood flows out,
Breath flies away from,
The bleeding piece of earth,
And the doctor climaxes,
In an office with table for bed.
Then,
Frenzied efforts at,
Attending to the dead form.
Scissors, surgical blades, stethoscopes,
Gloves, and all, are hurriedly gathered.
All actions are late.
The soul flew away,
To meet its creator
Where at least it shall;
“REST IN PEACE?”
Demise of the Town Crier
The town crier is dead!
Broken our gourds of tears.
Raining like pebbles in a pebble war.
The town crier is dead!
Why did he die?
The town crier is dead,
Does he deserve his fate?
The town crier is dead!
Broken! Our gourds of tears.
Raining like rain on a rainy day.
The town crier who reported how
The Elephant traffics in drugs
The town crier who said
That the Elephant did wrong,
In squandering the nation's resources.
The town crier is dead!
Does he deserve his fate?
The town crier who said
That our lord the Elephant,
Should not impose himself
On an unwilling populace.
The town crier who was to reveal
That condemned Omaonwea,
Had received hidden clemency
Because she lies on her back
For the Elephant’s services
And for the town crier's troubles,
The Elephant sent him a letter.
The town crier is dead
Through a letter bomb.
Gene is dead,
For serving us well
In his grave he lies,
Together with his bell.
Empty! Our gourds of tears.
Karma! Karma!!
Catch up with the Elephant,
And post him like a letter,
To his grave!