Chief Lagbaja,
Our illustrious son is alive
So alive, he is
To his beautiful Oyinbo wife, sons and dog
Yet he died,
That fateful day, our votes did indeed count.
So dead, he did die
The moment he rose to the hallowed chambers.
Nothing else would matter
He was long gone
Never to be bothered
By our heaping litanies.
At his feet, our rarest stones
He erects the tallest hanging gardens
Across the sun, we hear
Amidst the slums, dumb and scums
He has come to create.
Today he walks among his creation
Completely numb and dead.
Read – Bridging Panorama – A Poem by Simon Ng’uni, Zambia
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