This Corona Wahala Sef
.. Chanting away the pains
This coronavirus sef
Him own too much sef
E sabi worry us
Like say na only him
be virus
Wey we don see
Everywhere, we meet
it with its fear
On streets
In offices
In taxies
In buses
Like bullying
motorpark ogbologbo
That won’t allow
person pass
Even on teevee,
radio and dailies
It scares us hourly,
daily
And seriously
Just like a shadow
that dogs our paths
This coronavirus sef
Him own too much sef
E sabi worry us and
follow us
Like monitoring
spirit
Like wicked class
monitor wielding ogbonge cane for headmaster:
“Wash ya hand”
“No shake person”
“No hug person”
“No go there”
“Keep this distance”
“No go church”
“No go mosque”
“No go market”
“No touch surface”
“Stay at home”
Chai, this one too
much!
Haba!
Na waa!
For this corona
wahala!
Palaver, so-so
Palaver,
Plenty palaver,
without cease
It makes one fear to
watch teevee
You see corpse sotey
you no fit chop
You see doctors fear
to see sick ones
You listen to radio
And flee with fear
to paper
You end up reading
horror that happened, real
Your sleep with
provoke for whole nights, ending up in nightmare
Scenes upon scenes
Of traumatising
spectacles that scare
Tales upon tales
Of baffling
narratives
Some sour
Some bitter
Some littered with
scare-mongering saga
Some out of the
blues
Like macabre stories
and conjoured fairies from fantasia
Yet, upon making’em
manifest, the wicked virus throws up more.
This COVID-19
pandemic of frenzied panics
The turner of all
lands to picnic ports of caskets
Renderer of hither
jolly-good societies, panicky populace
Deserves tufia!
Now those hitherto
in opulence
Suffer in haunting
silences of sombre homes
Where children
desert grannies
Like those sufferers
in slums of wantom want too
Ruinate in squalid
ailments without food
I shudder for this
virus which termites down the purse of states
Pause advancing ones
And freezing
descending ones
In this corona of
trying times
We learn not from
handwrittings on wall
But odious signposts
of times
And unfair lessons
that nature too
Can hit the below
belts
Even with hammer to
the groin of the prepared and unprepared
Lockdowns upon
lockdowns
Drowned in
hunger-marked tensions
With neither hope of
relief nor cure
Nor reprieve amid
rip-offs
From stimulus agents
With defrauding
sharing formulae
We look at calendar
To notice how long
we have stayed
For tey-tey sotey we
tire
In long wait for
this God-damned Goddot
Whose coming hither
and world over
Is marked with tales
of tears and trails of death.
This coronavirus sef
Him wahala too much
But me, I know
Unless no be we,
Unless dem no born
us well for here,
We will win –
One day Corona go go
with him virus
Like Ebola, like
SARS, like Influenza
We will win
coronavirus
Like we always
delete computer virus
This too will pass!
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