I Witnessed It – (A Poem Composed By Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele)

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Horrible smash of broken bottles,
Blood gush from young touts’ bodies,
Criminal effects of smoking marijuana, grass,
Spoiled that Monday evening for all of us

I witnessed it, just returning,
A deadly fracas erupted for hours,
Between two rival teenage cults,
At Asarailu’s son naming ceremony.

Asarailu cult group had launched,
A mayhem, killed, maimed, butchered,
And escaped during the last encounter,
But this reprisal is more brutally bloody.

Imam’s sermon bottled it till sunset,
Final litany was made, riot unleashed,
Boys brought out their lebe, cutlasses,
Lethal weapons were maximally utilized.

Neither food nor drinks had not been served
Men of God ran to their heels
The new baby, the nursing mother
Ferried to different hideouts

Asarailu (angel of death) and his family,
Of eleven siblings, wives and a mother,
Are Occupants of a newly completed house,
Had been put under surveillance by the committee

I witnessed it with my neighbours,
We peeped through a square hole,
Designed for opening and closing of the gate
That’s our own CCTV or satellite.

Young urchins are more skillful,
Than the old ones in using machete,
Area boys massacred, stabbed rivals to coma,
I witnessed it.

Police came like gentle civilians
In a rickety korope, flashing torch lights
After the storm had turned to a millpond
Asarailu’s mother-in-law and a chum got arrested

At last, fearful peace emerged
Residents resurfaced from asylum
Shared various versions of gory stories
Fears had banished smiles from all faces

The street road seemed under construction
Broken bottles spread like granite
Human blood wet ground like asphalt
I could only walk on it wearing gumboots
Landlord Association now in confusion
Struggling to evict Asarailu out of here

Such is a rarity, it pains me
Since I’ve been residing here
No one had attempted to attack peace
Angel had threatened our common peace
Its quick and full reemergence, we anticipate.

This is the first ever kerfuffle note I enwrite.
[00:06, 4/17/2019] J S Ogunseye: I read through and gives me a lot of knowledge
[00:07, 4/17/2019] Jimoh Akerele: WITNESSED IT

(A Poem Written By Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele)

Horrible smash of broken bottles,
Blood gush from young touts’ bodies,
Criminal effects of smoking marijuana, grass,
Spoiled that Monday evening for all of us

I witnessed it, just returning,
A deadly fracas erupted for hours,
Between two rival teenage cults,
At Asarailu’s son naming ceremony.

Asarailu cult group had launched,
A mayhem, killed, maimed, butchered,
And escaped during the last encounter,
But this reprisal is more brutally bloody.

Imam’s sermon bottled it till sunset,
Final litany was made, riot unleashed,
Boys brought out their lebe, cutlasses,
Lethal weapons were maximally utilized.

Neither food nor drinks had not been served
Men of God ran to their heels
The new baby, the nursing mother
Ferried to different hideouts

Asarailu (angel of death) and his family,
Of eleven siblings, wives and a mother,
Are Occupants of a newly completed house,
Had been put under surveillance by the committee

I witnessed it with my neighbours,
We peeped through a square hole,
Designed for opening and closing of the gate
That’s our own CCTV or satellite.

Young urchins are more skillful,
Than the old ones in using machete,
Area boys massacred, stabbed rivals to coma,
I witnessed it.

Police came like gentle civilians
In a rickety korope, flashing torch lights
After the storm had turned to a millpond
Asarailu’s mother-in-law and a chum got arrested

At last, fearful peace emerged
Residents resurfaced from asylum
Shared various versions of gory stories
Fears had banished smiles from all faces

The street road seemed under construction
Broken bottles spread like granite
Human blood wet ground like asphalt
I could only walk on it wearing gumboots
Landlord Association now in confusion
Struggling to evict Asarailu out of here

Such is a rarity, it pains me
Since I’ve been residing here
No one had attempted to attack peace
Angel had threatened our common peace
Its quick and full reemergence, we anticipate.

This is the first ever kerfuffle note I enwrite.

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