_"Before My Ink Finishes"_

By: Amaechi Emmanuel

*Before* the ink finishes,  let me tell the gods the tale. Before the ink finishes, let me inform the gods that Mugabe and Zuma have been shown the exit door, long agone. And Kemi Adeosun did the needful, while Saraki, Atiku and Kwankwaso are Cinderella in cloven cupboard!

Before the ink runs out, the gods must hear this: that the animal kingdom has declared a serendipitous afront on our sinews, as the veteran of all vices made us to know.

The rats and rodents invaded the presidential abode. The terrestrial, under the nomenclature of *snake* pinioned on our 36 million, drank water and staged a fight against whoever dares....  All of these, the snollyghosters told the masses.

Let the gods know that the ugly thing among primates came and carted away a dangerous humongous sum of 75 million. Kept where?...
Those homo erectus must be taught a pedantic lesson. The aquatic habitat sent one of their own to lodge and dislodge a stinking attack in Asia State. Our tomies has not recovered from the borborigmus that news brought to us.


We must let the gods know that our narratives for looting has assumed a paradigm shift. We cannot carry the bounties to the bank because BVN and EFCC will search us out.  Hence, the innocent creatures in both land and water are become conduit pipes for easy passage.

Let's tell the gods the tale before the ink finishes: our children were missing from Dapchi while we carry on as though nothing is gone amiss. Let's write to the gods before the ink runs dry crystally pale: our jaws are fallen low for the daughters of our mothers.

The ink will soon finish,  but before then, the gods should hear of the children's tiding ululation for hunger. Mothers have come to the birth, but there's no strength to push forth because the infirmary habours not that which speed up bearing! Doctors, where art thou?  Medi-SIN is now a gravitating luxury in the healing houses.

To be Continued