Birds!

 Sit down Agadi.  

Let's tell the story of the birds.  

Of kukabura and vultures and the coo-coo brown feathered dove! 

Let's tell the story of wings spreading 

Suspended by air against gravity

Let's tell stories of untamed and wild

And don't forget the crow. 

Why does the birds fly up in the sky? 

Why do they perch on high trees 

And not spend long time on land?

Why do they die two days after being caged

Why do they carry lack of freedom like death sentence

Why don't they sing those happy songs to us when they are not in the wild? 

Tell me Agadi. 

Does the birds know of the tales of humans?

Does it stay high up so as to obscure the eyes from their flaws? 

Why does it chose death than being near? 

Does it knows of tale-bearers 

And those i-am-better-off humans

Who comes closer to see scars 

Just so they can blow trumpets on towers

Of course who wouldn't? When we see those we are better off than, we sing praises to our God for giving us someone to look down on! 

Like the Pharisee and tax collector

The one Jesus says God hears the later and despise the former

Does God also look down on these with scorn? 

Agadi 

Let's talk about coo-coo and not chukwu. 

For sometimes being high up in the sky is better than living amongst men. 

And death. 

Death is that warm lovely embrace

That is better than singing tales from the cage

So why does the bird sit on the tree and chirp?

Maybe when the soul is burdened

We should write poems 

Than tell men

Like the birds. 

In the air and on trees

And when next we are confided to a beautiful cage 

To tell stories 

And bare the mind for relief

We die! 

A man's dignity can be preserved

Agadi?

Are you sleeping already? 

*blows off the lamp*

A POEM!