By Nma Ewere.
It became the heaviest and deadliest wind of the universe.
It blew; from town to towns.
City to cities.
Nation to nations.
Continent to continents.
And even world to worlds.
It swept across oceans, mountains and even boundaries.
It was a respecter of no President, no Governor, no Chief Of Staff, no King, no Chief talk less of an ordinary citizen.
This 11 letter destructor of creation, although has touched a little but bit by bit has affected all. And it has eaten deep into the world of humanity.
How can a man whose wall clock is worth billions of naira be spat at by an 11 letter destructor and still be buried in the dark?
How can this destructor of creation keep me stuck in a chair, keeping me away from my final exams not knowing if am being promoted or not, it’s an ice?
How can a paint cup of garri which was worth #250 be presently sold at that price double if not more?
How can a bottle of my favourite ‘Orobo’ Pepsi which worth #100 be presently sold #120?
And lastly, how can this 11 letter destructor of creation that begins with a ‘C’ and ends with an ‘S’ stop me from opening my ice- cream in the most popular restaurant in town; New Mandarin.
I hate this eleven letter word with passion.