The Personage
Seated in the foyer of Èko suites
The air smelled sweet.
“Everything I love but not this country ”
“Excuse me “, I speak. “Are you from Europe?”
Slience. Wobble. Not like that , I am an African.
African?
Remorseful. “Ours is different from white heads.”
Immaculate reasoning.
“Because of cancerworm that lives with us? ”
Newspaper faced up. Soft music plays.
Television shows national heads.
“Even a blind man knows this country is darkness.”
Waggle his seats.
Continues. “Ignominy to every national heads.”
Chirping. Reading newspaper.
“Personage of savior is you?”, I asked.
“But we are all leaders” he replied.
Alas! “Just few know this.”
Why? “Because we hate politics.”
Silence.
