A short dramatic Prose/Poetry.
The offended he-goat arose in anger
Nose flaring, horns in attack position
Hoofs pounding the dust, he rode the winds en route to Agu’s lair
The battle of unequals is about to begin.
Roused by the noisy insolence of the angry goat
Agu got up wondering “who dares me in my Palace”
“A goat” – the onlooking crowd roared back in answer
Then he will learn that “no matter how old Agu becomes, it will not affect his making meal of goats”.
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From afar they sized each other
The eyes of the goat blood red
Agu bitter from the insolence of the short goat
Vultures began circling in anticipation for the feast about to be served.
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Suddenly, the voice of the one-eyed Parrot broke into the tensed atmosphere as he started singing
“The day you bite the tail of the sleeping lion
Is the day you will experience the wrath of the angry gods
Nwa ewu has bitten more than he can chew
No monkey trickery will save him from the pain to come…. tra là lala….”
Agu roared and crouched low to spring his attack
The goat answered with a forceful, furious bleat
So forceful, it resulted into unstoppable coughs
Releasing a loud and smelly fart, he suddenly collapsed and played dead.
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The charging lion came to an abrupt halt
The stifling odor of the goats fart too much to bear
“I wonder what type of grass he had been eating” he pondered
…”Climate change is badly affecting the jungle“, so he departed.
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Hours after the umunna had dispersed
The goat got up and shook the dust off his coat
“Where is Agu he asked in feigned disgust
I am sure he ran away when I showed him my chest muscles while lying on my back“.
Later at home in the evening, his wife accused him of cowardice
“I died so that I may live” he countered”
“I went to ala mmuo and came back to tell the story “
…..”So you may know that Wisdom is stronger than might”.
SELAH.
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10 Comments
KG · February 22, 2020 at 5:58 am
😀😀😀. Truly wisdom is key.
He who fights and plays dead, lives to fight another day. 🤣😂
Ovyay · February 22, 2020 at 6:04 am
Àbí o 🤡🤡
Tunde Akinseye · February 22, 2020 at 9:11 am
Wisdom is key in all areas of our lives. Violence is never a solution to any problem. Dialogue is a better and peaceful way to resolve issues.
Ovyay · February 22, 2020 at 9:21 am
Yes o, and that’s wisdom.
Jutta · February 22, 2020 at 10:58 am
I love this poem and story ! So entertaining and humorous. Excellent ! Are you publishing your collection ?
Ovyay · February 22, 2020 at 11:12 am
Not yet beloved. But hope to. I really appreciate this comment. It a big encouragement for me. Thanks
Bunmi · February 22, 2020 at 6:01 pm
It is all about wisdom.
Ovyay · February 22, 2020 at 6:16 pm
Yes o Iya too
Promise Uche · February 23, 2020 at 12:25 pm
Play wisdom to excape trouble. It is nice to be wise.
Ovyay · February 23, 2020 at 2:32 pm
Correct