The
snow of today is red, the sun is black and the cloud is white. I am the clown
the world is talking about. My home is very close to the pedestrian bridge and
my playing ground is at the subway. Early in the day, I hear various clangs of
footsteps kissing the helpless floor of my domain. Quickly, I rose to my feet
to save the life that I live and that of the floor.
Seeing light in the
darkness is illusion due to the season unknown. Looking up, I behold a princess
like belle, a lady like bank of beauty and a human like rivers of life. My
heart struck and there was no one to rescue the poor rude clown.
I yell to the
South and also to the North yet, my voice could not be heard; what a pity story
for a man who saw a treasure but could not have it? I walked up to the goddess
if I can be giving a chance to ask one thing. And to my imagination, my request
was granted. When she finally opened up and say "proceed" I saw water
like fire which went out and rested upon the red snow.
At that moment her
complexion begin to give life to the sun until it gain its glory. The cloud
also tracked itself into an expensive blue sky and the day came back to normal.
After then, I asked my question while on my knees. "What is your
name?" I asked. She smile and reply "My name is She clown". What a
coyly coincide. (To be continued) Watch out for part 2.
POOR CLOWN AT THE
PEDESTRIAN (part 2)
The
beggar has no clue about the money he’s soliciting for. The rainbow erupted
after the rain has come and gone but the slitting remnant keeps the ground wet.
House
of the clown man is decorated with ramshackle of garbage rudiments and his
batting tomb is like MAKOKO slum boat.
Sycophancy
mixed with sacrosanct heart.
The
music is about to go down right from alley artificial pool. The princess will
be here soon. What? She‘s the “She clown” though, her beauty makes a belle
princess.
According
to the Ana gathered by the help of the ghetto migrant, “She clown” house is
built beneath Kilimanjaro hill and her disco party ground is far away.
Mr.
Clown is found in no man’s land seeking for more information about his destiny.
Written by Seun Sanni
Email: oluwaseun.sanni@gmail.com
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