The Fire by Okey Eni

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MR. Okey F. Eni was born on the 27th day of July 1966. He is a Lawyer and is in active legal practice. He started writing in the year 2000 and has written eighteen books at the last count. They are four novels; namely Dreams. DMI1 and 2, Emma, The child prostitute. Eight books of poems, three books on women’s right and three plays. Most of these books are unpublished and some of his poems have been published in journals and some anthologies. MR. Eni is married and lives in Lagos Nigerian with his wife.

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Chapter One
The Fire
Burning fervently
Kindled by ostentatious want
That deeply grates
The worth of human value
Fetters of Troy unearthed
Blood thirst of mosquito unrivalled
The Fire
Burning fervently to quench
The ideals of my creation
That have gallantly goaled me
Into a malfunctioning robot
And I maunder in a vortex of pickle
Each time the fire is kindled
Globules of perspiration stood unbent
Snuffing out my revered peace of mind
Setting me ablaze
With lust
And insatiable want
In a world that relishes in trivialities
And raised to the pinnacle
The vanity of man
And the debased of humans
Homo sapiens I am
Turned into a malfunctioning robot
Quivering knots
Disgusting bilge
Who has tampered with my thinking faculty
Who has set me on fire?
A fire that quenched not
A blaze that ceased not
Oh hapless soul of mine
That has been goaled
Into a raving lunatic
When will your freedom come?
Now where are the firemen?
All gone to sleep
Long forgotten in the abyss of shoal
A wailing lament from the mountaintop
That once inundated our ears
Swirling fire of the valley of dry bones
Scorching furnace of a forgotten world
Swiveling implacably from north to south
Augmented pulverizing eddy on rampage
Sweeping all I sight
Into a whirlwind of malfunction
Look at the beige crescent of human forms
All befuddled and jumbled
Surly ambling about in morbid apathy
All morons
That has lost it, smirched in pallid soot
The fire is consuming us all
Everyone is tinder
And ferociously consumed
By this sweeping furnace
That has behooved us
In our world today
And while I was musing, the fire burned
Coals of Awkunano
And ravishingly I have been consumed
By that tingles of fire
That emanates from the waist
Each time I became a human
Welling up inside me
The similitude of Adam
Like a hurricane fire
Indeed I tired not to be human
Each time I got consumed
A bottle in the smoke
Rabbit scurrying out of the second hole
Fools only an unwise fox
A clown’s untidy act
Only makes him a clown
A fool going to the correction of stocks
Raging hormones on fire
Has turned me into a freak and not a seraph
Each time I tried not to be human
Seek out the spark
Draw out the hose
You firemen on the loose
Sparkles of lust lost
Echoes of an itching waist
And I tell you it is the visage
That first strings the arrow of fire
Lost in it I become consume
By the curves and knolls and rumps
A sculptured and sumptuous posterior
Unholy alliance that routes the cloud
It is the fire on the mountain
Everybody is running helter skelter
Speeches of a goaded mind that smirk
Effigy of denudation taunts me at night
In a cantankerous challenge fixed
That sets my unslumbered nights on fire
And at the daytime.
I gaze
At the similitude of nakedness
That haunts my revered times
Oh sparkles of fire set ablaze
By the hands of the intangible
Sprinkles of envy
Litters my heart
Each time I caught sight
Of all those
That has not caught the fire
For blessed are their moments of equability
Oh thou wretched wind of destiny
That has ignited me on fire
Congenitally fostered
Raging hormones impetuously unleashed
Each time I caught the fire
Now I am a malfunctioning Robot
And kindled fire is nugatory
Inebriation that kills the monkey
Raging fire that pulverized a city
Innocuous hell
Who will quench this inferno?
That gravitates my world
Into a whirlwind of malfunction
Threatening my blissful equanimity
Beholden fool I am
That tries to snuff out this fire
A fireman I am not
Decades of agony has swept by
And the fire is still raging
Gobbling and effacing all tangibles
Leaving only a shell
Foible, am blown about by every gale
The condemned hands of fate
That has plucked serenity out of me
One who carries a dead Elephant on his head
Never searches for a fly to kill with his foot
Burn me not at the stake
That intensity of the fire
That thawed the iron
Dissolve me not
Souse me not
Turn me not into liquid
Incessant forays that sweep us off our feet
The bilge that will not expel all the disgusting bilge
Cacophony at work
That sets the soul on fire
Rumbling nights that beset us
Setting us ablaze
Of the consumed city we aim to rebuild
Babylon lay in ruins
Atlantis remain submerged
Rumbling nights that set us agog
Of love gone sour we grieve
At the bemuddled gem lost in the dense coppice
Who will set us afloat?
A limping ship that arrives destination
Lost in the imagination of the impious
Who will rekindle the fire?
Burning fervently to quench
This coldness that stifles
Pull up the anchor
Shouts the sailor
Draw down the bridge
Shouts the vigilant and sedulous watchman
Destination afar glazes the mind of the feeble
And count me not among the obnoxious
Being obnoxious emits only rancid air
Of love gone sour we mourn
Freezing us to oblivion
Each day
As we cling tenaciously to bitter nothing
Bitterness that engulfs the soul
And slowly it grinds us to death
Uncalled for
Who will rekindle the fire
That we might live and not die
A hurricane fire we beckon
To sweep across our world
From north to south, east to west
We await the fire
That will make us come alive
Intangibles that set the soul on fire
Of the unawaken
That fervently relishes trivialities
That has plucked a mountain out of an anthill
In a world that is aglow with lust
Of lust lost we fervently await
For the hand that will quench this inferno
Tribesmen awash with fear
Run helter skelter
It is the season of ravages
Lick not up all the water
That the children might have a trickle to drink
Centuries of madness it is
That has taunted us sardonically
When will we become sane?
That we might be counted among the living
Thistles of Babylon gibing mordantly at us
Images of madness that set our world on fire
Roast me not in this inferno
For my meat will be bitter
Bitterness that well up inside
The similitude of Cain
And of the hands of the intangible
We have jettisoned
That we might stand firm at this eddy
That has risen against us
Now I sit in dank despair
Still a choleric robot
And who plucked the fire out of me
Oh sweet chariots of fire
Bring back Oby to me
Ruminate