A Life Wasted Poem by Emmanuel EEA

I see a man on top of a mountain

His is contemplating on doing what is so obvious

A man hunted by his past

Not knowing about his future

He laments for washing his hands with spittle

While living on the bank of a river

A man who his fame would grow like a bush fire in the harmattan

I see a man biting the tip of his lips in disgust of his past

A man not wanting to live, a man tired of life





Djembe stop for a second.

Why take away this mystery, life?

Are you a fighter that we always see?

Or is it just a mask you wear?

If only the future could send you a mail

To see how great you’ll be

If only it can be revealed that your predicament now is just for a while

But joy comes in the morning

Why be jealous of those whose palm kernels why cracked by a benevolent spirit:

When a great story lies ahead of you.

The snails are weeping

The wailing of the Big Fives can be heard by all except you Djembe

The king of the jungle roars like never before

Plants of the forest are rallying around to hold an urgent meeting

All to see if Charlie man can give you a second chance at life



The sound of the ukulele can be heard

Like a horror movie it sends shivers down our spine.

A toad does not run in the daylight for nothing indeed wave seen

Djembe Savior of his race has been defeated by death

Lying on the floor like a helpless spinach on the plate to be devoured

I guess great men who are weak do not get second chances

Alas the fear of nature has come to fruition

A sheep has grown horns

A man has conceived a baby

Like the roots of the iyono lily

Djembe watches with bitterness at a great life he threw away

Now nothing can be done.Poor djembe