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Author: Temidayo
ASL Info:    29 male Nigeria-lagos
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felt like telling the everyday story of men who put their life on the line...or something like that


Aye duty calls!
waves hurling mass at the land's edge
point where sand and liquid merge.
sharp sand soaks up the moist leaving behind a frothy foam.
A place that calls the regular sunbather to leave home
Beachers dressed in birthday suits to absorb the tanning rays of the sun
fashion without shame,
fashion without borders,
not so for these unforgiven waters:floating markers big enough to be seen for miles
demarcate safety's end
crossing here has its price none will take the inevitable blame
tireless eyes scan the featureless face of the waters
water and land close natives
the former in constant siege over the latter
Red coke can floating be side one of the inflatable markers
For 18 weeks no drowned or near drown incidents
that length of time his pulse never raced,
the bloated body of a drown zealous youth he never faced
His eyes took in the beachers as they frolicked about,
distractedly he watched their display
these adult who delight in devil's nude show all day
Probing questions in his mind was again began to shout:
why did he work here? why did he return month after month?
why did he not run ? was it money? or fun?

In the distance not far out in the restricted zone,
his eyes could just make out a red capped person flailing wildly
unmistakable signs of a drowning person:
a new comer in the near death theatre,
he hoped this one would live to learn a lesson
In mad rush able feet striking sand, blowing hard on his whistle
plunging and advancing in a series of rapid torpedo burst
with such dexterity easily he 'd make an
olympic first.
Encircling the drowning male to reach from behind
well locked and secure,briefing thanking in his stars
He began the systematic swim back,mauling the thought
in his mind:there's no other place for me but here ,where duty calls

His mind travels to and fro,from the training hall
to his tuna sandwhich in his briefcase lunchbox,his holdall
the hall was packed as usual with his colleagues,
friends,brothers in all heroes
these whose services were worth more than
a million euros,
The speaker had being talking with quantum passion; a true romantic
speaking on various architectural styles
from porch to attic,
styles like late 19 century Italianate,Grecian,Elizabethian mansions,
oakwood porches,even furnishings of geogian splendor.
suddenly the air is filled with a ringing sound so shrill
the fire alarm! Definitely not the practice drill
this is the Real thing,personal danger, pulse pacing thrill
the hall becomes a blur of colurs blue and yellow
as burly men rush to the slide pole
chanting his personal mental mantra;be alert be calm be mellow.
when duty brings danger its never wise to forget one's role
The red van tore through the streets,with its siren slicing the air.

The Elizabethian cottage at door street corner was
already in ruins as the fire guts
the door yields to the Axeman as he cuts
his guys rush in bearing hose admist panic screams
Noozle reminding him of man's projectile urination
as water gushes out in streams.
Emerging from the house with a bundle;an infant in a cot
draped with a fire blanket,
out in the open air, bathed with the loud sound of triumphant cheer
once again he attests- Duty too exciting,too rewarding,too...
when Duty calls aye no regrets.

Traffic brought slowly to a crawl, loud bickering from truck drivers,
tempers flaring,name calling,signs of an impending brawl
With hat drawn low on this sunny day,
moves with a swaggering gait
accentuating Authority,aroused to the commotion,he barked calm
to disperse the log in the way.
Across the highway,parked a sedan with all the telltale signs;raised hood,
the triangle caution sign placed conspiciously near,
a figure bent low pouring water that spilled lacking aim
the figure belong to a voluptous dame
Worry and Resignation written on her expression,
at odds with her happy figure,her body curvature denied any semblance to her
current depression.
Stained hands, and clothes advertised her need for a wash,as well as her ongoing stress
A damsel indeed in distress.
briefly checking the traffic situation,he flicked dust from his hat:must be neat
He officer on the beat,moved not away but
towards admitting to himself;Duty does come with its Rewards

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  I must know, do you like Achebe, his work is beautiful, and he has given me a profound respect for Nigerians and the Ibo peoples, and i feel my culture here in the west perepetuated the demise or at least the corruption of a beautiful culture. Your style is indicative of that cultural heritage, and your usage of language is idiosyncratic and i believe writing such as that is required to bring about a change in this world. For do we not suffer the same angst though hemispheres seperate us. These same hemispheres should unite us.

Your Fellow Countryman in the Land of Language.

Colby W, Bradshaw.
Texas, 2010.
| Posted on 2010-05-19 00:00:00 | by colbybradshaw | [ Reply to This ]

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