Double Tirades

Double Tirades…

Omini: Any administrator (&the so called 'professional) who lacks objectivity and sound judgment is a 'disaster'. An irresponsible 'fragment' of a shameless generation. How he got there? Yeah! Through the ladder of corruption whose rungs are dotted with stains of blood from the broken hearts of children and the 'bleeding nose of tomorrow! The tomorrow they sold in the black market of sex, avarice & power!(SAP).

Thom: And sex continues to stand sentinel in the darkened corridors of power. Old men with twisted loins, and shameless arthritic erections, preying on young girls, fixated on the allure of quick lucre, and the top becomes an entanglement of many legs, few brains...

Omini: @Thom:.Yes, SEX, the most dynamic 'medium of exchange' in the corridors of power.. where the so called leaders in damnable orgies surrender the fate of the nation to the promptings of their loins.. and then powered by beastly orgasm, they go to the media to make egregious ejaculations of rubbish from their befuddled brains...to manipulate fellow Nigerians! And while we keep praying for the country, they keep preying on us...

Thom: @Omini: Aha! Prayers, my friend. Praying Mantis before hungry birds, we have become. Scoundrels and squirrels, they remain. Shriveled manhoods dripping effluents from their putrid minds. These sounds I hear, brother, not the ecstasy of orgasm's joy, but the grunts and groans of old men on their way out... the rains are here again...

Omini: @Thom: '..but the grunts and groans of old men on their way out...' These men! They never get out of the way. They are never out, no matter how down they go! Yes they stay on and clog up the system with degenerative ideologies. Just like they do with their 'shrivelled manhoods dripping effluents from their putrid minds...' pouring out like rancid yogurt the last drop of life's water. These men. 'They shame me!!'

Thom: @Omini: Should we then ignore them? and take our place at the tail end of this line of rapists. facial skins taut, breathing heavy in anticipation. One whore for all...taking her in turns... Soon we would realize she is our mother. Idiots! It will be too late to make amends as she lies comatose. Our greed has killed our mother... the rains are still here...

Omini: @Thom: Oh, how then can we stop these men with conscience...be numbed by immorality and greed? How can we save our ravished mother from our depraved brothers? Day by day, they plunder the milk from her bosom and thrust their fingers into her treasury hurting her deep inside until she bleeds. The suckling children are denied access to dear mother's tit. Hopeless and deserted, they crawl to the streets...homeless, penniless and hungry; Weak, toothless and voiceless....they stay and stare into space waiting for tomorrow. This sapless bundle of brains and brawns. When will their tomorrow come again? When will they taste the oil in mother's soup? Here I stand waiting for the wind . Let it blow so we see the 'hinterlands' of the fowl's backside!

Thom: @Omini: as usual you touch the heart of my brain with the nimble fingers of your words...'oh, how then can we stop these men with conscience...' Our own consciousness expressed in this new slate, hand held black boards...etching away what we feel...speaking truth to all who care to listen...watching, waiting...Socrates...Plato...Shakespeare ....even the Psalmist. The verse, ours verse never dies...

Omini: @Thom: I hear you brother! Let the eyes and ears of this arena stay alert. For we will, in verses mow the land. In flowing lines shall we till the soil and sow the seed in artful rhapsody. And then in pulsating rhymes, this seed of change shall we water until we see the fruits...the dream... of 'the labour of our heroes past' So help us God!