Critics and literary under-weights
(I meant lightweights)
Keep telling us off for our un-creativity.
Our writing is the epitome of futility-
Very literal feigning literariness
And full of tired and sickly expressions
I pity them for their myopia.
When things are so clear
In logic fact and/or otherwise
And you still question them,
You are but the delinquent puppy
Who farts into the fire to extinguish it.
When gluttons like Achebe
Ngugi Lo Liyong p’Bitek and others
Share a bowl, do they leave anything?
All the words and expressions
Have already been used by them.
Now they are all cliché.
Since as time changes so do man
Critics and literary lightweights
Would rather get along with the journalese
Than try swallowing they clenched fists.
There was a time for obscurity-
That coveted saint called literariness,
But now its time for literalness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem