Once upon a time
There was a garden
With abundant natural beauties
But in another kind of Eden.
An Eden neither where it was nor where it should be
An Eden with rivers where fishes drown and even die of thirst
In this Eden
Things fall apart.
Is there an Ezekiel?
Will dry bones rise again?
Will Belshazzar see the writing on the wall and act accordingly?
Will the Jonahs stop swallowing fish meant for the whole of Nineveh?
Will the Methuselahs in Saul’s robe stop snatching David’s ballots?
In this Eden
The soil has become infertile
Her rivers are stagnant
Her flag is torn with stains of red
Her citizens are less valued than her foreigners
Her crops struggle to sprout
Milk has turned sour
And honey bitter
The horses stand on sinking sand
The eagles too weak to fly and malnourished
And the grass suffers.
In this Eden
Gold has lost its lustre
And its name changed from black gold to Blood and oil.
In this Eden
The most expensive is cheap
While the cheapest is costly
The beautiful is ugly
While the ugly is beautiful.
Our Eden is sick!
Our motherland is weak!
She suffers brain cancer of lack of
Good leadership, greed and impunity.
Oh Lord!
Our Zion Doctor!
Can there be an aboniki balm
And oil from the olives
To heal this Eden
And embrace a new Nigeria?
The die is cast
Cloud is dark
Storm hovers
Rain gathers
But for the rainbow to come
Let us pray.
©Frankincense
Pen Gun
