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...Before I Die !!!
By ugwuoju henry chidiebere
Saturday, March 10, 2012

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...a coincidence of events and scenes.

The day the sentence was passed on me was rather a beginning than an end to the strings of my dangling symphony. The loud prints of death and the silhouette of unseen faces, only wrote few pages without a name… When Anthony spoke, Caesar had died and Brutus fled; so did the petals shrink before the fingers got hands; and the chords broken before the music got a tune… Who killed Caesar? And who wrote the book without a name?

Dear Jenny,

             

     My love for you no doubt was without wings, and no night were my dreams without your face. If that time was just a night, then it was as good a joke without smiles. That dark side of my heart that probed for yours now drips with blood from the whips of time, and hands that strike me most. That same heart still bids this pen in my palm, to write to you with hands greased with tears and “SHAKEN” from the tempest of time.

 

Jennifer, what stares my damp face at this time of the night-this ungodly hour; is not just the croaking of the frog or the tiny sobtful whispers of the jelly mosquitoes but the tools with which I hope to dig my grave, any moment from mid night…but, Jenny, before this death, before I walk down this Rubicon…I wish not to write the last stanza of this song with tears… but smiles that better days are not far from today-rainy days are coming. This, Jenny, is the truth that dawned at the dark sides of the tunnel, which they never cared to listen to, though the record played it aloud…

 

Jenny, my mum had warned me to take heed the dark sides of Williams, knowing how treacherous he was, but jenny I always gave her a faint smile that all was right and that he, Williams, had stood the test of time and blown his silent trumpet of rancor, yet without a know, that Willy, was a different character behind closed doors. If I had had a split mind about Williams, bet me Jenny, I would have got an umbrella before the rain; I would not have gotten wet to the point that I felt heavy with grief and, moist of tears within my lungs…

 

Jordan our boss had called me in as his personal sectary, for “a word in private” and had told me with a stern voice, and large eye balls to keep every bit of his statement in the last pages of my mind. That day, I thought I had lost some of the things he said to me, with the flames leaving the tea cup to a place above our heads, and the walls of his office knew that something was going on. Jackline’s picture that hung on the wall gazed upon me, with a smile, as though she had cared for a cup or two. At that point when the intimacy between my ears and Jordan’s voice grew with familiarity, Williams had banged the door over and stood still for countless moments before making to leave, and what chord did he strike on my mind, “he had seen the money”…

 

Jenny, help me say these words to the foetus in your womb, tell it that though Dad would not gaze his eyes upon his wailing lips, but he should bear in mind, that Dad loved him most… Strands of tears leave from my eyes and run down my cheek when I remember that it is going to be the first baby from my loins but yet Jenny, never forget this, “His name shall be John”. I’ll meet him when I come again, today or tomorrow…

 

Jenny, when I heard the gun shot…I raced all I could and hurried as fast as my legs could carry me to the scene, I wanted to fly if I had wings, but Jane…THE DEED WAS DONE…

 

Mama had the dying smile on her face as the last words she gave, told itself, “WILLIAMS MY SON”, as she fondly called him…The pool of blood ran from her heart as the smoke from the shot did pay it company too…and for moments, ever in my life, I stood before her smiling corpse, knowing not what to say, and where to begin, thinking about nothing…I had no one to pat my back and help me hold my falling heart, Jenny, a time I thought I had forgotten how to cry…only the salty taste of the tears that crept into my mouth made me alive…EVEN SILENCE MOCKED ME…

 

Jenny, how could I have told Williams that the life he took for the money, was the life that gave him his. Mama had told me, that evening, that Williams was her first son and Jordan my boss, his father. I had gone to call Williams to come, and pick the money as instructed by Jordan, before he left for the STATES… upon this Jenny, THINGS HAVE FALLEN APART!!!

 

Williams outran the edge of the Lekki Bridge and Jordan’s plane crash wobbled my feet…what else is there, Jenny, to live for? As I write you from a place far from sunlight, this dark cell where we see only but shadows on the walls, shadows of the free man passing the rail each morning, with several bangs on the doors, and when we want to peep, it’s just through the dark rods, that never seem to be tired of standing…before my death, I choose rather to be the hangman hanging myself…

 

Jenny, all is well that ends well, though men could be masters of their own fate…do know before my parting, from the last lines of my song, that I still do love you, and would have loved  John more. I do not wish exit from your side, but the voice from the end of the tunnel cries out my name…I told boss to stay, and He Williams never cared to stoop close his ears…IF ONLY THEY HAD LISTENED…I hate to leave Jenny, but I now cry for the last painful moments on my pages, tears for my legacy… I do mourn my laurels…

 

The Judge Himself had told me, “EVEN YOU, ARE WRONG”…

 

                                                                                                                                          Your love,

                                                                                                                                              Frank.

 

 

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Reviewed by J Howard 3/11/2012
artfully written and cloaked in darkness, some of it which i may not have fully understood, but loved the poetry of the lines all the better.

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