Staring out the window, Bisi felt a supreme sense of elation and satisfaction with life. The sun was shining, dazzling bright yet soothing warm. The wind was just perfect, not disturbing yet palpable. Everything was right in her world.
Most Lagosians took Saturdays to rest from the rather hectic ‘Lagos life’, and the children in her neighbourhood took advantage of this, frolicking freely on the usually gridlocked but now empty open street.
“Bisi! My God!” her mother panicked. Please read on!
Every now and then, a puzzle comes my way, and I…find it hard to resist. Verily, my brain must’ve given up trying to reason with me. Essentially, it has succumbed that I will hardly let a riddle or mystery (or Sudoku!) pass me by unsolved. Riddles are just…wonderful!
You are probably wondering, why this intro?
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“I’m pals with the owner! I deserve it!” screamed the first executive.
“Nonsense!” the second retorted. “I gave him the money to start this hotel!” Please read on!
*There once was a reporter who prided himself on being a daring investigative journalist. Having gotten the scoop on quite a number of gangs and cartels, he sought a new peak in his career, and decided to spy on one of the most elusive criminals on the face on the earth – none other than the king of Hell himself.
The following is the transcript of what he uncovered from his investigations, translated from spirit-talk to English with a hint of vernacular, due to the reporter’s heritage.*
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He just knew he’d forgotten something, but he couldn’t recall what! As he got on the plane, and throughout the flight, he kept mentally straining to figure what he’d left behind, to no avail. Please read on!
The three damsels kept stealing gazes and giggling as I stood at the swanky restaurant’s doorway. Pleased, I finally acknowledged their hints, flirtingly winking.
Then their dam burst, and laughter spilled everywhere. Please read on!
As I’ve said time and again, my poetry sucks. And with daunting examples like this lady, ou cette mademoiselle, o ésta señorita, or this brother of mine (see his Facebook profile for more recent ones), in all likelihood it’ll continue being sucky for a loooong time compared to theirs…It’s like some people just have this ‘jazz’, crafting words in ways that catapult to terrestrial planes. Me? I write and wonder what rhymes with ‘orange’. -__-
But hey, what is life if you can’t attempt something new, right? (So long as it’s okay by God oh… *coughs*) Who knows, I may even become good at this!
Well, with this attempt, patapata, you wee laugh at me, but then I will shake it off and improve, hopefully! Yay!
Or I’ll go to my corner and cry all over my keyboard…
With that, here goes: my first poem.
Laugh away! Enjoy Bear with me. Please read on!