DEAD MAN TELLS NO TALE
A cool evening --- breeze playing a dance tune for the trees,
the sun, ball with glee,
back to it's place of serenity;
It's happy trail, leaves a sweet scenery behind --- on the soft fluffy white clouds.
On a complex handheld device, a ring comes through --- "ding ding"
goes the calling bird.

Yay, rejoice oh my heart!
A man of great title, remembers you!
A chief or a king?
Nay! he's no chief in the house of Ezeala ;
but if he hears you call him a lame name, it wrought his spirit.
Better still;
call him, Odogwu --- A man with courage and noble qualities.

"Why have you called, Odogwu?" so my voice rings out!

"Speak nothing of such! would I not have remembered, a friend so dear to me?
His voice spills his distaste to my utterance

"Do bless my heart; with the goodwill you brought from the town, not so far away!
Let your raspy voice croon a nice tune to my ears! Odogwu"

How did you fare today?
You call not, if you have no words to tell.
Pray tell, the words in your heart,
drill your mind across concealed communion.

Odogwu's heavy breath drums horror,
it rolls cries into this egregious device of communication.
My hearts pounds at booming level

"Are you hurt, my beloved comrade? "

"Nay! sting in flesh is less painful to this burrowed misery in my soul"
"My spirit is quiet, for I have no tale;
Lethargy fuels my marrow with cry for help.
I pray, you light my gloom with blooms of your wits;
Comfort from your parodies, may wipe off the doom of boredom in my system."

I wile in a trance, dazed by his words;
Through the windows -- with no curtains,
My heart enlarge over fascinating stories to tell him.

There, by the window; sensual feel came from the cool breeze
It caress my cheeks;
Echoes of plays from lads in the compound across from mine, accentuate the chirps of birds on my rooftop.

How can I tell that ---A man known for great achievements, courage and adventure; dies of lassitude!
Odogwu never needs my jokes or plays to smile.
He need not my parodies to wipe out depression.

"What is wrong?"
"what has happened to our strong men?"
" What would these men tell to the youngsters at moon telltale?"
"Who has taken away our heroes ' wits?"

"Odogwu, if your smile can tell of fun;
but, your mouth won't open wide to tell the fun,
its nothing but a foul and dead tale!
I don't know!
but if I may know ---
Where the ever-receding frontier...