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The Last Stand: A prayer for Medicine and Surgery Graduating Class 2009, UCH, Nigeria. (Story 2)

We were packed like sardines into FLT,then CBN(lecture theatres)
Freshers so green,ripe fruits stalked by wide-eyed foxes
We graduated,into PLT&ALT(lecture theatres), visiting cadavers and hearing “words of wisdom”
Recognized medics,we began to flaunt LABORATORY coats&ginormous textbooks
Till Mighty MB1 maimed many,some surviving, others ordered out
Elegant gaits now cautious gaits,we crept out of the Cadavers’ Cradle
Then Fearsome MB2 parted some from us on the firm Path
The survivors just managed to crawl out of the Nightmare Farm
Then we kneeled at the altar of mercy,before merciless MB3 came to demand sacrifices of our lives
Indeed,Deathwrecker’s arrows glided into our midst&painful sacrifices fulfilled
But great mercies spared the rest who wriggled out of stillbirth
And whose torsos now prostrate before the throne of love
For MB4,the terrible Bonecrusher is to break in
And not a muscle will shift,not a lid will close the eye
Not a breath will be unbaited,every heart will be violently palpitating
For God alone it will take to hold our heads up

So many fishes have swam the ocean of time,many gold watches bought&replaced
The confident who came in tough-headed was hammered to bloody caput
Some have successfully done business,others successfully undone by business
Some who came in wedded divorced,others lonesome hearts were comforted
Many ladies have fought over dashing suave bachelors,many men have fought over exquisitely smashing spinsters
Many prophets busted&mountain-buried forever,others found God never to let go
We have witnessed politics and politicizing
We have even witnessed poli-tickling and poli-tricking
Histories have become scars,scars have become history
And now we are making history,to become history ourselves
….AND…..
While some write lifebooks(autobiographies) that will be forgotten
And some forget to write in the book of life
Dear God,I pray,just give me a job in your house as a House Officer
Or employ me as your Family Physician
Aah!!!Whatever Lordy!!!
Just secure tomorrow ,PLEASE.
THANK YOU

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The Last Stand: A prayer for Medicine and Surgery Graduating Class 2009, UCH, Nigeria. (Story 1)

We waited by the main gates with elegant gaits
Each a champion from one kingdom
As JAMB the feared gateman
Sparingly picked us out at random
Some labelled leftovers at the end of the queue
Entered by the pedestrian gate and still got ‘Direct Entry’
Still some labelled junks legged it over the fence
And the great procession began the matriculation

All were regarded as the best of the best
Warriors in wisdom’s shining armours&shields anointed with Midnight Candle’s bloody sweat
Some came in Lab/Ward coats,like chameleons to blend with the Academia
(BLOODY CONFORMISTS!)
Some came in singlets&baggy shorts,like black sheep to duel with the Academia
(SCOUNDRELS IN UNIFORM!)
Some came in pairs,like Noah’s Ark’s animals to consummate their lurve
(PATHETIC LOVE PENGUINS!)
Many came alone labelled Single And Desperate(SAD),hoping for romantic adventure
(HAPLESS LONE-RANGERS!)
Others staggered in with d booze,like mighty god Bacchus/Dionysus to indulge in obssessive pleasure
(STRANDED WISEMEN/WINE DRUNKERS TRYING TO CATCH SOME FUN!)
More others came down the Mounts with the long-lost Aaron’s staff,Solomon’s Ancient Temples of spirituality to convert all-lecturers,lectured ones&lecture theatres
(“SUEGBE” UNIONISTS!)
And the last others came in faceless or masked
(LIFE’S COWARDLY DREGS!)
Each was the best of the best
All in a world of his own form

P.S. JAMB -Joint Admissions Matriculation Board. An examination required for entry into a university.
Direct Entry -An examination alternative to JAMB, requiring 2 years to prepare for and grants entry into second year at a university.
Suegbe Union -a colloquial derogatory term used for christian students in some Nigerian universities.

The Quest for Passion: explores some of the many ways people define passion; what makes them come alive.

All these political aspirants want is top quality wine.

Power, best served bloodyred;

Chilling just enough to burn the tongue, throat and even the belly.

Yet they tell the Godfather

They are the ones with true PASSION

To move the WORLD.

I wonder who taught the smartmonkeybrains poli-tricking & poli-tickling.

Well,what do you know!

They will be drunk to stuporose corruption.

AND DRUNK-RULING RUINS!!!

Hotpie! Creamcake!! Cherryberry!!!

Take-Home-To-Momma needs a home;

A warm-blooded animal on her cold bed.

She tells the Momma-in-law-to-be

She is the one with true PASSION

To rock the MATRIMONIAL BED

I wonder how slyslitheryserpent

Snatches crycrawliechild from its mother’s laps;

To later end up with an impotent animal.

TOO MUCH OF THE STUFF?!

Some want to be like monks

So they can be separated from others.

They approach His Holiness For good-quality cement;

Telling Him they would build Him a TEMPLE,

Because they have the only true PASSION,

To walk the path of spiritual enlighment.

They know they only want to make the walls stronger;

And the monastery,a tribute to “Their Holinesses”.

And even His Holiness could not gain entry.

DEMIGODS-IN-BLACK!!!

But once in a lifetime, at times,

The Creator-God calls the assembly of spirits,

Then reaches into the depths of hell,

To draw out a most suffering soul

Who has seen all the vanities and pleasures,

And that with much pain;

And places him before the Court of Desire.

The soul does not ask for relief,

Or freedom which is true power.

He took a pass on pleasures too!

But all he said was:

God of passion and wisdom,

If ever there is a soul

In eternal past,present,or future

That DESIRED JUST YOU

TO BE OBSESSED WITH YOU

AND HAVE YOU ALL OVER HIM

THEN LET HIM BE ME

AND I WOULD GO THROUGH MANY MORE AND WORSE HELLS

JUST TO BE WITH YOU