Tompolo’s Thermometer, By Enewaridideke Ekanpou

By: Enewaridideke Ekanpou

For every mortal there are seasons of hibernation when thoughts are refined in loneliness…  No mortal defiles such seasons because this is not Achebe’s Things Fall Apart where Okonkwo defiled the week of peace…

Tompolo is a traveller who journeys borderlessly…  Every town Tompolo travels to, Tompolo takes his thermometer that tells the truth.

Tompolo’s thermometer is not tampered and tempered to tell the truth towards which Tompolo turns without a misstep. Tompolo turns and talks only when thorns turn towards us.

When thorns turn to terminate our tenures on earth, Tompolo turns to terminate the thorns. Tompolo timely turns to terminate only thorns.

Thorns turn on Tompolo because Tompolo is the thorn-terminator who turns without being told to turn towards thorns. Medication is for patients, not for people who are healthy.

The ways of the mystic remain a mystery to merre mortals given to minimisation dance. Tompolo is a mystic whose thoughts are governed by natural laws. Tompolo’s thermometer works always, but not attuned to the targeted thoughts of mere mortals who only market mud to mutilate man.

Tompolo is not home if it is Tompolo you are looking for, mud carried pickaback to paint places that don’t need painting parade…  Tompolo’s time turns only when Tompolo’s thermometer tells the temperature of the tide in the Niger Delta…

Ekanpou writes from Akparemogbene, Delta State