Poem: LET'S TALK ABOUT THE DEAD

By Chongkon Galadima

A tribute to our beloved who departed lately, a lesson to us all who are still alive today.

Let's talk about the dead

The ones who were whisked away

By the claws of Mortis

The ones whose presence

Now, we only feel in our reverie.

What about Andarah the beauty queen?

The ones whose elegance surfeit her skin.

I heard she was a coca cola bottle.

Little soldiers rise at the sight of her.

Yet devoured by the stranger in mask

Holding on for so long until death clinch.

Then it was Fushi the whizkid

They say he was really words-worth

His cognitive they say was so acute

And his hands so deft.

Just when to achieve stardom

The plane came crashing

And his soul deserts the body.

Whoever thought Mbursa would be in line?

Kingdoms he subjugate with his ferocious army.

Subservient subjects fall to the sword at his command.

But for a mere bite from an apple,

The dictator has kiss the earth!

The people screamed.

Let's sing a dirge for Nghaltu the widow

One who toil day and night,under sun and rain.

Working herself out at the market square

So the destitute kids could see the sun rise.

Boom! arms fling in the air and heads roll on the ground.

Who would hence put food on the orphans table?

It knows not the indigents, nor the rich it show respect. It delivers them all at the golden gates or the rusted walls.

I pray our good supersede our evil on the day our destiny stops.

May the soul of the beloved decease continue to rest with God.

Chongkon Galadima is a Law student of University of Maiduguri and the Vice President Unimaid Chapter.