A PROUD OLD MAN

Citambi Zulu

 They  say they are healthier

Than me,

Though they can’t walk to the

End of a mile.

At their age I walked forty at night

to wage battle at dawn.

They think they are healthier 

Than me.

If their socks get wet,

They catch cold,

When my sockless feet got wet,

I never sneezed,

But they still think that the are

healthier than me.

On a soft mattress over a spring

bed

they still have to take a sleeping

pill

 

But I, with reeds cutting into my

ribs

my head resting on a piece of wood,

I sleep like a baby and snore.

They blow their noses and the

Pocket the stuff.

“That is hygienic� so they will

say.

I blow into the fire, they say

“It’s barbaric.�

If a dear one dies, I weep without

shame

And if someone jokes I laugh with

all  my heart.

They stifle a tear as if crying is

something wrong.

And they stifle a laugh as if to laugh

is also wrong.

No wonder they need psychiatrists!

 

They think they have more power of will

than me

Our women were scarcely covered in the days of yore,

But adultery was a thing

Unknown.

Today they go wild on seeing a slip

On a hanger!

When I have more than one legitimate

Wife

They tell me hell is my

destination.

But when they have one and countless

mistresses.

They pride themselves in cheating

the world.

nay, let them learn to be honest first

themselves

Before they persuade me to change my ways.

US - Africa Literary Foundation

US
Chimdi Maduagwu, PhD
Executive Director
US-Africa Writers Foundation
Info@us-alf.org
AFRICA
Dr. Bode Osanyin
Chairman, Department of Creative Arts
University of Lagos
Department of Creative Arts
Akoka, Yaba
Lagos, Nigeria
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