A Billion Dollar Worth of Dust
They meet:
in the gathering of those who matter,
the high and mighty, the big and powerful
a post-conference period to socialize and acquaint,
Suits and gowns, holding half filled glass cups of wine
is the order and uniform of the day so sparkling in colours.
Smiles of welcome, moving lips and convincing body languages
all cap up an evening of wealth expression and power sharing.
Then comes a newbie
to mingle with an old player in the business of investments.
He said:
keep your handshake to yourself
mates have same level of eye contacts
but I see yours below that of my knee.
A good covering and an exquisite foot wear
with a good cologne changing the taste of beer
does not make your significance at par with mine.
He flaunts:
I’m nowhere near the omega,
yet my surplus to requirement still gets bigger
while slaying failure and subjecting it to constant anger.
No matter its strength,
the Tiger is nowhere as relevant as the Lion.
I’m a one man city where success smokes cigar
that’s why every surrounding competition staggers.
Multiple carelessness and recklessness from me
cannot put bankruptcy to a trigger
and countless holes, not stopping its value from staying mega.
Such possessions will go beyond expiry even with a million Gold diggers.
He insults:
in my world, a millionaire like you is just a beggar
and your entire asset is worth a little less than my burger.
Money comes with light
but I still see absolute darkness in the stores of your riches.
You flaunt your substance and parade in your glory
but you’re just a limited champion
revolving around the coordinates of the lowly.
Know this that no transaction with my pride ends up in gain
therefore, do not measure your shoulders with my scored points
b’cos even nine figures are still not up to the zero point of my calibration.
She answers:
You just measured your own shoulders with my little points
that makes my achievements so even with your dynasty.
Throwing out nail-crafted words puts me at par like a competitor
and yet all these while, I was down below raising my head towards you.
No doubt, your prowess and affluence are very expensive
but your honour is cheaper than cheap.
The only advantage your world adds
is it makes you a billion-dollar worth of dust.
The conversation ends as she walks away.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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