Gong! Gong! Gong! Gripped in his senile manual-nest, His metal pet resounded with faith. Caressed with a gnarled Ogbu stick, The sound burrowed through the thick Hallowed Otoogwe forest; So expressed was the chief’s mind. Treading through the thin Ogboli path Leading toward the grassy outskirt, The sound signalled like a hovering kite. Gong! Gong! Gong! The busy culinary pestle stopped, The palm-wine prospecting machete halted, The foot-caravan of firewood listened, Commanding a public aligned audience. Gee nu nti! - audibly his voice. Voice-brandishing the craved - Ofala- the regal outburst, He painted the community with pelted Sound for a knowledge-burst. Ezeokpu square bar feasted on a new topic; The product of his metal-tonic. Gong! Gong! Gong! The sound faded toward the next village, The nocturnal chirping crickets took turn, The moody sun announced her passage.
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