“I AM WEALTHY, THEREFORE I AM WISE”

Men in Africa are only respected by how much wealth they have, or so he thought. Yes, maybe it is true, ‘after all who listens to a poor wise man these days, if he is so wise, why is he so poor??’ if I am wealthy, therefore I am wise. He always used that to comfort himself at times like this, with the belief that he is the only one who had thought about it.

He would occasionally look back at the best parts of his life, how much he had achieved right from the day he graduated from the university. He was and still is another testimony that ‘your university degree doesn’t
matter when you do not know how to get rich with it’.
“A Third class student” he would say aloud. Even he, still cannot believe it.
Mama Anna told him “God is always with his children”, he would smile and simply nod, the way he nodded in college when he asked a question and
the lecturer looked into his eyes to have his attention even though he didn’t understand. In his head he’d say ‘mama can be
funny o, which God? I’ve seen people that were dedicated to HIM right from birth, overcoming my kind in the University, I went to all the parties, but they were never seen. FOR MY KIND ONLY SEES CLEARLY IN
THE DARK.’
‘SHIT!!! Borrison, always good at
diverting to unrelated issues. What is MY KIND ONLY SEES CLEARLY IN THE DARK What is your kind? A Yoruba man? What is “SEES”?
He rubbed his temples and giggled. ‘na wow o’ he thought again, ‘I’m going mad, that’s for sure, quarrelling with
myself, then giggling.
To be rich might be a curse from God after all. That is, if he really is with me. If it isn’t, the why are his faithful not rich’. Then he reminded himself that the rich pastors were not real men of
God.
WELDONE Borrison, diverting from the real matter again, maybe it’s time to get a PhD in that line and be called “Borrison the Diverting philosopher.” ‘oh my God, I’m now a philosopher? But my wife isn’t bad’
“YES O, oga Borrison you don divert again oo!!! Clap for yourself” a voice called out in his head.
He rubbed his sweaty palms on his face leaving a finger on his lips,
looking at the ceiling as though he was caught cheating in an exam and pretended to be thinking. ‘Old man, the worst lie you can ever tell is lying to yourself and trying to believe it’

“BORRISON! BORRISON!! BORRISON!!!”

This voice, he heard it quite alright, but couldn’t tell if it was from his head or from an actual person. He felt his fingers pulling his hair, holding his face tight like those mad people in Faze’s kolomental video.
Lost in his thoughts again, a slap landed on his face! Chei!! Who slapped me? It’s been a while o, his eyes opened that instant, not that it was closed in the
real sense.
He couldn’t see who it was, just not yet, the sight was blurred. He felt like sleeping but he remembered Ade,
‘WHO OFF LIGHT??’ no that is not my portion, he shakes his head to clear all he was thinking about then the phone
rings...

TO BE CONTINUED.

#ImmanuwellKING

I WAS SHOT

I was shot.
I was shot for my country.
I took the shot for the hungry.
I was shot by the angry.

I was shot.
I was shot in my arm.
They were all armed.
They surrounded me.
In my mind i was damned.

I was shot.
I was locked.
Shot to say no more word,
But my mouth was meant to say the word.
So they threw me overboard.

They left me to die,
And in her arms i cried.
This place i stay, lies on the
Right part of her chest
Feel free to call my land her heart.

For the one i speak of is not
Human, she’s just a place where
People like me spring off,
My home Nigeria is the place i speak of.

Are you scared brother?
I said to him
Are you now a trifling?
Shall I show you what my eyes have revealed?
Yes dear brother.

This life is tired of me,
Mother too is tired.
Father is everywhere.
He sits with me in the Bus.
He stands behind every street lamp, watching.
I cannot keep him out of my head
In mid-day and at mid-night,
I hear him crying.
I miss him.

Are you hungry dear mother?
Are you depriving yourself of food?
Are you scared you wont meet him on the other side?
Shall I give you a hand?
Shall I feed you?
Shall I share with you what I have heard?

Help me dear Son
She said to me.
Your brother is upset, I see it.
Your father shows it to me.
Your father wants me with him.
He ties my hands
To deprive me of contaminating my body.
All I see is your father.
He sits under every tree.
His face in every cup, every cloud, every mirror.
He is everything I see.
I miss him.

I know him.
I was once like him.
Our guild is popular
We are wanted and loved by the majority
Our goal for sure differs. Haha

Yes, I know him
A man like him could be anyone.
Persuasive, YES! Technical.
Hmmm Intelligent even.
He is a man of God.

He is our Friend.
He is a leader.
He is a politician.
He is a LIAR!!!
He is a Father.

This man is special.
She loves him, he is her Husband.
He is a good manager.
He is good for Campaign
He is the owner of a big house.

He makes use of every opportunity he gets.
He is my good friend
He is extravagant.
I know him.
He is a PASTOR!!!!!