Cloud Of Dissimulation Poem by Joseph Kolawole

Cloud Of Dissimulation



Waveringly, I stare-on.
This nightmarish cloud, meant to be promising.
The gold sheet, purported, actually
wallpapered the imminent downpour.
In It's snaily tour of my sky I perceived,
an aroma of deceit.
The aroma so strong...flashed my memory
And I was four years back.
Such a discovery it was, that life rotates
and such does its events.
It had happened.
Not once, twice nor thrice.
And this shall be some pages added to
The diary of this repetitive history.
Let it not meet you unaware, for
No new lie can be born.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Some, or say, most of the life's events seems to reoccurring. But the most obvious is less noticed. African politics, most especially Nigeria, rotates around a four year per-tenure-axis. Towards the end of a four years, there will be electoral activities to herald the Advent of a new tenure which should be for a new leader. The most intriguing aspect of this electoral activity is the electoral campaign cum manifestoes. The same promise, the same pledges, the same activities. So, it would seem that we have returned to four years back. As if we are flashing back to the last electoral campaign...
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