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Because Mama Governor is Dead
Annunciation in the
wind
Special
announcements,
Everywhere,
Words mount on words
For dry bones,
Because Mama Governor
is dead!
Water bed
Casket of gold
To feed termites
Deep below
Yet the masses
Thirst and worry
And Mama Everybody is
hungry
Gold, Silver,
Asioke and all;
Money rise in air
To fall again
But,
There are no pockets
on shrouds
Merry, praise-singing
vultures
In misery-worn suits
Police the square,
Picking every crumb
They can find
Praying for naira
rains
To bless the ground
Because Mama Governor
is dead!
Two hundred head of
cattle,
Wine, beer, champagne
and chicken:
Is it a national
feast?
And now the street is
closed!
I cannot get home
tonight,
Because Mama Governor
is dead!
Nsukka, 1992
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