Shachia Oryila


Chalkboard General - Poem by Shachia Oryila

We now roll out the drums
Amidst fine songs and dance;
Let champagne pop out and
Palm-wine bubble with freshness
And with stomachs filled with
Fried chicken, fish and beef
We share small talk and chop
As we wash off this tortous road
To become a Chalkboard General.

This isn't a party for recants
Lest you fill our eyes with tears
Or your heart aches and loathesome
About the roughness up the road;
Of fair weather friend or top General
Who, in his swamps of torments
Peered at you with magnetic lorgnette
And for a moment felt a swab
Leaving your sinus cavity beneath
Cowed by the growls of unwelcome
As you stepped into the office
To seek answer to a knotty puzzle.

It's a party of endless chants
With music, drumming, and dancing;
ceaseless clapping and stamping of feet
By friends, well-wishers and family
Honking and nodding in affirmation
To the deeds of the On-High. Today,
As you sit beaming with smiles
Some dancing kukure, others alanta
Yet others makossa and Gangnam Style
Your tutors are thumping their chests.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The first stanza of this poem was initially written as a congratulatory message late last year,2012, on the elevation of my former teacher, Shittu Abimbola, to the Rank of Professor of English by the authorities of Veritas University Abuja, Nigeria.

Comments about Chalkboard General by Shachia Oryila

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 31, 2013


[Report Error]