TEARS ON THE CANOE OF POLITICS. ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE CORPSES OF POLITICAL DEATH

By Asiayei Enaibo

Not that I was told, they went and shouted in the multitude for change and good governance with trumpets in their mouth.
Three lifeless Bodies were brought before my eyes while others still have their final judgment within the river goddess in the deep waters, but no one comes alive in a ghastly boat mishap in two days.

The same thing I told my wife and children that I am going to work, the same thing they told their families, we smartly travelled to the creeks because they said politicians are coming to town ahead of the 2023 general elections, on empty stomachs, my camera hung on my neck, little did we know what is ahead of man is beyond our daily expectations. In the pool of hope, there lies dead, a very helpless one, with a great thought of my hands, shall put food on my table, a small trumpet tied around his neck, what an innocent soul!

Tears on the canoe of politics, the trumpeters dictated the tune, the music sounded with excitement that the political dancers became over-excited, even they too were not aware that it was the last flute from their mouths before the signature of the trumpet of death, they made us dance, we the people are in tears now, their flute lied cool on the three corpses.

The politicians came and promised us Heaven and Earth, not knowing even though you die right in front of them, you can’t get a befitting casket to talk less of what they told you.

Yes, fresh dead bodies, blood engulfing from their nostrils, the crowd came again like a political campaign, this time around with tears, no one could promise them that if you vote me in, they will enter Heaven, yes silent tears pull out from sympathizers. policemen with nose masks and trumpeters were carried without their trumpets, what a sad day for the Delta APC family, yes it could happen to anybody, and no one planned for it.

Akimbo, we stood, hands tied across the chest, the piper who dictates the tune died while returning from a political campaign, from the creeks dead, and these unidentified faces are lifeless.

Like a night too thick on the face of the “Gbarauntu” APC family, tears were coming out from my Camera, GbaramatuVoice, we also came back from such a journey at 7:33 with an empty stomach and those died in the hope they were told that Delta State will be better.
About Nine persons became victims but three lucky corpses were hooked out like the way fishermen go out for fishing, the pains before their death, and the anguish in the ocean of pains. Neither poetry nor prose could console the Delta APC family.

Too sad to write this elegy that those who died in the boat mishap while returning from Okerenkoko, Ogborodo APC campaign, with their polos bearing the candidates of their choice, when I saw their determination even at death, what benefits and what better government could immortalise their heroic dispositions?

Talking Drum in tears, I consoled myself with the words of John Donne who once said “Man’s death diminishes me while because I am involved in mankind” bleed, the tears of the sympathizers reminded me of the meaninglessness of our daily struggles and the endless pursuit and the unpredictable dangers in the canoe of life.

Just a few days to the end of the year, APC in Delta is in grief, yes the various families are weeping, yes Delta Apc Principal should keep to time, to avoid rushing hours and such are the dangers of political tears on canoe.

Yes, the journey of life is like a barrack setting, the dead leaves their duty post, the living continues, such is the trumpet boys, as their sounds end in our earthly ears and transposed to the side of God, while the party faithful bows their heads on the party flag.

Adieu!

My condolences!

Asiayei Enaibo
The Talking Drum
Writes from GbaramatuVoice media organization.By Asiayei Enaibo