Akpora Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

AKPORA
He was the celebrity of our infested hood.
The notorious thug spread bad boy mood,
Gyrating dull evening with his dancing bike.
A barrow pusher pushing blusters in bushels,
So intoxicated with youth, devil was dared.


As an Ijere in our afia-oru festival,
His gait made ripe tigers lower their hats,
Swift octogenarians fled at his apparition;
Eyes blooded by ganja's blessings
Revealed a fool on top of the world.


His shoe was the gospel of the prodigals,
Little boys dreamt to sit in his chronic throne:
To be feared, blinged and ladies pimped.
We brigaded felonious tins, beat to his tones
But our parents posted hazard on his route.


Education weaned me from that sweet cradle,
To a genteel track hurdled by doubts.
Decades rolled, I retired back to my nursery.
Lo! Akpora, now a bamboo in harmattan.
Lucky him the crippled wolf still growls
When his mentees entertain the ancestors.
I gasp at this escaped despicable fate.
©28-01-2016
CHIDI CECE