Pretty much the same way Aunty Ada and Aunty Ayo shift their eyes collectively when Uncle Raheem drives past in his third car in one year, who does that?
Shifting eyes, lying hearts, exaggerating lips, the ties that bind us all together. We are a collective of subtle disses and veiled gloats,
a buzzing stench, we spritz and spray.
Pregnanted, orphans, homeless, abused?Their fault, not ours.
Lend a helping hand?
Sure, why not, throw in a trumpet and a tweet while we're at it.
Murderers, thieves, robbers, rapists?
A victim of circumstance, of course.
Judgement?
Of course not, buttery palms are quite slippery, can't axe just yet.
Besides, everyone is gonna die someday soon.
Introverted, shy, loves to be alone and just listen to the pulse of a hurrying people?
Snob, possessed, strange, not the type to be with.
Eccentricity isn't frowned at, we treat it with a wary wariness, a baffling mix of want, and envy and dispassion.
Bad news, we can relate with.
Good news, somewhat impossible to swallow, unbelievable too. There's no way they built that house themselves, something was done, and you know she quit the company after they finished it. Slept with the boss, she did.
Hehe, try as we may, we sniff the same glue and swallow the same concotion, and so openmindeness is strange, myopia is the in thing.
Standards?
We are the standard for standards, name it, we've got it - hypocritical, double, highfalutin, abase.
Discipline?
Our paper work is flawless, reality dances from one extreme to the other extreme.
Our happiest state?
The broke state. And that's not cash, nor stocks. Broke homes, broke families, broke boys, broke girls, broke people, broke hearts, broke policies, broke infrastructure, broke nation.
Man, we love broke!
Broke is our language,
they call it pidgin english, nahh, that awesome cadence of rhythms and inflections deserves better.
Love?
Hehe.
Security is a better term, synonymises better. No money, no honey, no bunny. Good looks, great shape, airhead, hahaha.
Plus, vulnerable people die like roadkill, shut up your feelings man.
Stay, honey. Stay with your brethren. They're your friends, your family, your bros and sisters.
Stay, honey, breathe the same air they do. Stay, for your life is theirs, and theirs is yours.
Stay.
Nuance, (noun)
: a subtle quality, nicety.
Whew!
With a vengeance, my friends, came I.
I apologize for the quiet.
It wasn't silent, just quiet.
Thank you for holding on.
Nice one peace
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joel
ReplyDeleteRead it again. Don’t call it obsession, don’t name it addiction. It’s freakishly amazing 😊
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