In the language of our ancestors?
Feels badly batteredBy the newness of modernity
And the making of perishables
With its attendant methods and machines
Made to spit into the sky
The warned spits of death
Which gives the 'pleasurable' pleasure
And makes everything 'kia kia'
Kia! I have called London
Kia! I have bought fast food
I even want a Kia Rio
But Green's eyes? 'Reddest redness'.
Now Green is returning with smiles
Our visitors' book now filled
First as disastrous Felix and Katrina
Second as Noah's second experience
Sometimes opening its mouth, wide
Like anaconda to swallow unfortunate 'homos'
The fear of tsunamis have become the beginning of wisdom
To love of three scores is now to be Methuselah
The global village being heavily ravaged
By global warming
And now becoming a global oven
Forests turning lands, lands turning deserts
Deserts turning hell, hell on earth.
And green is still returning with strange strange countenance.
(Note, Kia is a Yoruba (one of Nigeria's 3 major languages) word for 'quick' or 'speedily')
Written by: Patrick Tanloju
Edited by Bankole Kolawole
This was true yesterday and still true to date. Green is really vexed now. Man's wicked to the ones yet to come.
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