On This Plantation Poem by Augustine Yirideme

Haven't we seen and heard it all in this plantation? See, from the era of grand-naana's exotic Jacuzzi and IDcuts through the season that was so agronomically conducive that even cotton managed to grow some rice in Aveyime. Then came the dispensation of the mysterious yajzical twins in the same decade when helmets were forbidden at HIV conferences; or were they ignored? i don't know.

Now, around the time that adam was busily inventing corruption, some castle gatekeepers were said to be having fun back-kicking things against the walls of a certain hotel the vibration of which generated a melodious musical note that goes like waaaa….waaaa….waaaa.

What more? Indeed hips don't lie, so hipc became a necessity that brought some positive change…. or didn't it?

Then we saw the fielding of some 17 strong men in the arena who battled it out on the hill of knowledge and produced a compromised outcome whereby bundles of cash bowed to the number 48. Then a certain vim-laden forward match from the hill and the hills came into direct confrontation with a rather gentle and peaceful breeze from the coast, which coastal breeze prevailed but not until the referee had counted 1,2,3!

Fast forward, our ecomini got woyomized in gargantuan proportion triggering the emergence of amiduic citizen vigilantism. But still the plantation council remained resolute in the pursuit of an agenda that would inure to the betterment of all brothers and sisters in the plantation.

Then suddenly disaster struck! OMG! ! The lights went ‘dummmmmm' but the ‘sor' never followed… sad! Peace had to leave her brothers and sisters for good through the corridor where geese roost.

A renewed fierce battle ensued afterwards….. the perennial harmattan that troubles the savannah cowboys dared to cross the path of the time-tested humid south-eastern wind that emanates from the densely vegetated cocoa fields. For the first time in history, plantation dwellers faced the ambivalence of choosing between free things and quality things……. as though free and quality were mutually exclusive. It was a great battle indeed; warriors were prepared to die any kind of death as the battle had to be won at all cost by either side.

Eventually the nine wisest counsellors had to intervene to bring the battle to an amicable closure. But even inside the courts of the wisest counsellors (of course you and I were not there but we saw it all) , we saw how the dreaded old one chachuued himself against the much younger but equally brilliant philipino.

Tell me what it is we haven't seen or heard yet in this plantation of ours? Tell me now before the cock crows if you do know what will come up next!