NEPA the sleeping operator

The Sun had worked brightly in the day shift
Worn out, it went home to sleep

The Moon relieved him at night but she is kind of dull
So the Boss assigned her a man called NEPA (Nigerian Electric Power Authority)
To help her out with the lighting job

Regrettably, he proves unreliable and erratic
Loving to slumber on the job

The customers are left just one option
To enlist the help of small, fearless and brave Mr. Candle

Set ablaze by his flaming zeal
He pushes away the darkness of night
With all of his frail and feeble light
But it turns out to be a strenuous task

The shadows lurk in the corners
Dancing while waiting as they see him burn himself low

Their wait ends six hours later
As Mr. Candle dies of a burn-out

Then they returned and engulfed the Nigerian space
As NEPA dutifully and indifferently snored on!

Disquieting thoughts

These thoughts keep me awake at night
They also subdue me to a worried sleep in the day

I am unable to get rid of them
Because they are protected by my skull

I don’t want them
Because they are just ugly, loud and obnoxious

They spread like a gloomy cloud
Penetrating even my dreams

I scream!
Because this constant torture
Keeps interrupting my quiet nature

I need a pipe to drain them
Bless God for this device called pen

Their outflow
Affects my expression to a happy glow

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I wail because this is a jail!

The thoughts of my head have me troubled
They affect my vision, making me walk wobbled

Looking at life, I thought there was only a happy and cheerful face
Now the coin is flipped, I see a serious case

Look, trouble on every side!
More bills to pay than the income can handle
The outcome is… my head burns and I melt like a candle

The pool of my eye is no more serene and calm
My heart drums mournful beats
But my legs can’t dance because they feel spaghetti weak

The door of hope is slammed shut
Making everywhere stifling hot

All I see are concrete walls
Walling me in and walling help out

Not even the wind is allowed to blow
For fear it will fan the embers of hope!

I wail because this is a jail!

Copyright ©2006 Alfred Iwerebor