Miles to go

I remember you and all that you were to me,
My father, my friend, my foe and my shield,
The day you left is ever so fresh,
The pain I bare is never far-fetched.

The world could not understand the way you were,
The fields would not embrace the aura that you spelt,
The walls could not hold in the midst of all that anger,
The evil that man was trembled at your fearsome power.

Its been almost four years since the night angel came for you,
Its been almost four years the world have left me cold,
Its been almost four years since slept upon my couch,
Its been almost four years since I missed your passing by.

I walked down the aisle, brother in hand,
Wishing you were there to steady my hand,
I made my vows, bible and truth in hand,
I wished you were there to left the veil off my face.

The prayers you made and the lightening you caused,
The wars you fought and the beers you drunk,
The barricade you built and the fires you spurn,
For us you did so the devil would have none.

You soared the night just to keep us safe,
You branded yourself a wizard as long as it would make us play,
You held your authority so that we might be prepared,
You raised no monuments so that we might so scale.

I have felt your presence and have known your voice,
I have hugged your wisdom and have seen your words,
I have paced the darkness and have known no fears,
For with you beside me, there shall be no tears.

The wind beneath my feet, the banner above my face,
The man with whom I fought, the man with whom I held praise,
You held me high and saw me as a man,
You saw me through my walks be it night or morning fair.

Now I sit thinking in twenty-five days it will be four years soon,
And I just wander what to do with all these tears that gather too,
Then it dawns on me, just like you would have had me do,
I will pray until my heart and soul in peace shall reign true.

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Ok! so the morning begins thus! I’m out by 5.30am trying to be a colleague’s Damsel in shinning satin gown (that is of cause if such exists), I waddle through water and try to dodge a endless maze of potholes while a very persistent trailer with blinding head lamps stays on my trail forcing me to act a bit like bond girl (don’t ask).

So I’m at the airport striving to get a ticket (not mine) and all of a sudden I feel a light brush on my behind, hmmmmn, I ignored that and moved my fanny closer towards the counter, yet again I feel the brush and I’m pondering if its what I think it is, but this seemed like a distraction because in my all too brief stance of day dreaming I had being flushed completely off the line. I concentrate and try to get the attention of a mousy looking lady, who for all the wrong reasons thinks she’s on the runway, guess that’s what they put in the head of air hostesses these days *shrugs* and yet again a brush on my fanny and this time I turn around and smack the arm of the guy behind me and at once took in his grey tailored suit, white crisp shirt, freakled face and thick igbo accent.

He flinchs and says “what was that for madam?”, I could smell the lie off his thick unkissable lips and I say “this is not about what was that for because if you lay a single finger on me again I will ask that my men give you a whooping”, obviously he was confused, too much grammar I did say.

This of cause should all be laid at the feet of our leaders who in our so-called 50years of independence cannot have a functional and well spaced ticketing area, and you also have just two attendants to about 25 people while some men-in-black “wannabes” stand behind them feeling like they just came out of a GQ magazine, if they probably assist the two weary looking attendants I won’t have my fanny being brushed cause God knows what next I might be hit by. The Local Airport does need a complete makeover, the air-conditioning is out and there is absolutely no ventilation to douse the ever consistent smell of sweat ridden bodies.

And so I don’t lay it all at their feet I also need to look at major reason for my early morning struggle (my boss), who isn’t here yet and was already 20 minutes behind flight schedule. While trying to beep her I get hit yet again on my fanny this time by a trolley and the guy goes on a tirade of apologies and I thank God I’m well padded to have taken the hit, that won’t bruise easily.

I suddenly see her running down in green and gold suit while the protocol officers runs throw the congestion with her luggage, *sighs* finally the Head Nigger In Charge comes in.

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