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This Corona Wahala Sef



.. Chanting away the pains

This coronavirus sef
Him own too much sef
E sabi worry us
Like say na only him be virus
Wey we don see

Everywhere, we meet it with its fear
On streets
In offices
In taxies
In buses
Like bullying motorpark ogbologbo
That won’t allow person pass

Even on teevee, radio and dailies
It scares us hourly, daily
And seriously
Just like a shadow that dogs our paths

This coronavirus sef
Him own too much sef
E sabi worry us and follow us
Like monitoring spirit

Like wicked class monitor wielding ogbonge cane for headmaster:
“Wash ya hand”
“No shake person”
“No hug person”
“No go there”
“Keep this distance”
“No go church”
“No go mosque”
“No go market”
“No touch surface”
“Stay at home”
Chai, this one too much!

Na waa!
For this corona wahala!
Palaver, so-so Palaver,
Plenty palaver, without cease

It makes one fear to watch teevee
You see corpse sotey you no fit chop
You see doctors fear to see sick ones
You listen to radio
And flee with fear to paper
You end up reading horror that happened, real
Your sleep with provoke for whole nights, ending up in nightmare
Scenes upon scenes
Of traumatising spectacles that scare
Tales upon tales
Of baffling narratives
Some sour
Some bitter
Some littered with scare-mongering saga
Some out of the blues
Like macabre stories and conjoured fairies from fantasia
Yet, upon making’em manifest, the wicked virus throws up more.

This COVID-19 pandemic of frenzied panics
The turner of all lands to picnic ports of caskets
Renderer of hither jolly-good societies, panicky populace
Deserves tufia!

Now those hitherto in opulence
Suffer in haunting silences of sombre homes
Where children desert grannies
Like those sufferers in slums of wantom want too
Ruinate in squalid ailments without food

I shudder for this virus which termites down the purse of states
Pause advancing ones
And freezing descending ones

In this corona of trying times
We learn not from handwrittings on wall
But odious signposts of times
And unfair lessons that nature too
Can hit the below belts
Even with hammer to the groin of the prepared and unprepared

Lockdowns upon lockdowns
Drowned in hunger-marked tensions
With neither hope of relief nor cure
Nor reprieve amid rip-offs
From stimulus agents
With defrauding sharing formulae
We look at calendar
To notice how long we have stayed
For tey-tey sotey we tire
In long wait for this God-damned Goddot
Whose coming hither and world over
Is marked with tales of tears and trails of death.

This coronavirus sef
Him wahala too much

But me, I know
Unless no be we,
Unless dem no born us well for here,
We will win –
One day Corona go go with him virus
Like Ebola, like SARS, like Influenza
We will win coronavirus
Like we always delete computer virus
This too will pass!

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