He is the Man
Exporter and Importer
The throne of affluence
As a child, money was his toys of play
So he learnt early to suck his people dry
At will, thousands eat the crumbs from the tip of his fingers
Millions suffer from his sacred siphoning.
But something happened
A thing that was really out of the blue
Whether it was the wishes of silent gods
Or the work of his few conniving foes
He found himself in jail
Not the ordinary and filthy ones you and I know
Or the rat and cockroaches-ridden ones
Those ones are meant for the human right activists
Not for the human eaters like him
His had the calming soft pillows
And the silent humming of the artificial air
A jail is a jail, I guess!
So by some slice of injustice, he got himself out
Behold how the mighty are risen
Newspapers wept in celebrating headlines
JUSTICE AT LAST!
The sipping pen of destinies destroyed
The cocktails that followed were innumerable
Isn’t he Mr. Exporter and Importer?
So the finest wines graced the occasion
And because it was the Lord’s doing
The pastor of his church dedicated the service to him
A crown to the whole charade of sickness!
Umukoro Othuke Isaac, a writer and seasoned orator, is a final year student of the Department Of Theatre Arts, Faculty of Arts, University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Oyo State.