Baga reminds me of Odi

Baga reminds me of Odi

by

Semiu Ayobami Akanmu

The roof of the shelter is punctured, the pores of this upper fabric of the abode has made staying in and staying out a decision of a balanced fulcrum. The house has suffered cracks; I wonder how the house will remain a single entity before the crown goes to the next house head. I was told the house head’s chieftaincy ceremony is in next the twenty-three (23) to twenty-four (24) months.

However, the cracks in the house were not imported, they are handiwork of the few bastards and vagabonds legitimately born but ‘malnourishingly’ breed by the same house head. These psyche-demented sons of house head brought out chisels and hammers, tirelessly dissipating energy to bring the house down. The bastards were complaining of neglect, some are complaining of ‘cheat’. Turning the house into rabbles is their only way of protest. May be when the house is in extinction, they wonder where the house head will reside, not to talk of administering.

The house head cannot stand ‘akimbo’, things are done, and moves are made, appeasing the troublesome offspring to take a ‘chill pill’. Unfortunately those chisels fall and hit the house guard. The house guard died. For the spirit of camaraderie to remain flourishing, the guards went violently agog. The majority among the cool-headed ones of the house head’s children were slapped to death, since the few demented minds among them have fled immediately they committed the abomination.

 I belong to that majority of children who have vowed to remain peaceful despite that same experience of cheat and neglect from the house head. Just a circumstance of event made me a living stock to sing the lyrics of this ordeal. My people were slapped to death in the hands of house head’s guards from the order of the house head. In that sorrowful mood I am, I remember Odi, I remember Baga. Baga reminds me of Odi.