By Chijioke Churuba
There is an east wind that hisses for attention.
An east wind, that freaks to tell a story
That the trumpeters of the country
Dare not to tell.
A thunderous story that gathered for years
And is gathering, more and more
A story that, the young men from the east
Clench their fists, and are ready to hear
A story that, the elderly from the east
Make their hums, and are willing to hear.
A story that, the stargazers, squelch
And scorn at, and are not willing to hear
But, it is a story, that has come to stay,
And a story that stubbornly stares
Let’s listen to the story
And in peace, save our day.
An east wind, it is
But, no one, calls it, what it is!
Mr Churuba, an economist, retired banker and Managing Consultant, Sprog Consulting Limited, wrote in from Port Harcourt.