- Post 03 December 2011
- Last Updated on 03 December 2011
- By Patrick Nwadike
Today the Talisman will come,
The inmates would gather to see him do his magic,
Motorbike speeding on a wall,
The Doctor would make many rounds,
But not before the people free their palms on a bowl...dropping every coins,
And now, he bikes, lifting a leg, swaggering,
Left and right, left and right,
To those eyes unknowing, this Talisman has leased a wall for his show,
But a white bearded fella kept shouting;
"IT'S NOT TRUE! HE's ON THE GROUND, NOT ON THE WALL."
But the screeching tyres, hooting horn, the whole swaggering and a poluted atmosphere, silenced his petition.
Patrick Nwadike is a member, Writers Cave, Tokyo.