Three Dreams Of Redemption Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

I walked down the lonely forest
With a batch of unseen faces
And myriads of voices unknown.
At the outskirts, something obscure
Caught my attention, and stopped me,
As I verily beheld a giant electric generator
In the solitary savannah grassland.
I marveled at its great roar
That polluted the serene environment;
As others I perceived were with me
Waded in through the footpath,
To see and share portions of land,
Land! Land! Land indeed!
In the undiscerned terrain of the dead.

As I watched, unthinking, unperturbed,
Papa emerged calmly from the bush
Through the same footpath.
“What are you doing here? ” He queried.
“To share land! ” I answered,
Verily apathetic and placid.
“You shouldn’t be here! ” he enjoined.
As he walked away, and I turned to follow,
Indeed, I followed
And returned from deep slumber.

While I still wondered and pondered,
The second night caught up with me;
Without qualms, I was laboring to bind
The king in his own household
With bands of cloth and ropes
As he lay, weak, ineffectually protesting,
And helplessly unable to resist,
I bound him to tame his mischief.

I railed yet into the third night
In a different fertile grassland.
I looked up, and saw a mango tree,
Fecund, heavily laden
With tempting, ripe fruits.
In my neat well laundered native dressing
I climbed the tree with ease.
The mangoes were heavily guarded
By aggressively invading soldier ants
That neither touched nor stung me
As I shoved down the mangoes.
A celebration of victory
And redemption yet unknown.