Tunde Dawood-Akerele Poet Narrative

I Witnessed It

Horrible smash of broken bottles,
Blood gush from young touts' bodies,
Nauseating odour of marijuana, grass, 
Spoiled that Monday evening.

I witnessed it,
A deadly fracas erupted,
Between two rival teenage cultists,
At Asarailu's son naming ceremony.

Asarailu cult group had launched,
A mayhem, killed, maimed, butchered,
And escaped during the last encounter,
But this reprisal is more brutally bloody.

Imam's sermon bottled it till sunset,
Final prayer was made, riot unleashed 
Boys brought out their lebe, cutlasses 
Empty bottles were maximally utilized 

Asarailu (angel of death) and his family, 
Of eleven siblings, wives and a mother,
Occupied a newly completed building,
Invited terror to our peaceful street.

I witnessed it with my neighbours,
We peeped through a square hole,
Designed to open the gate by the entrants 
That's our own CCTV. 

Young urchins are more skillful 
Than the old ones in using machete 
Area boys massacred, stabbed rivals to coma,
I witnessed it 

Police came like gentle civilians 
In a rickety korope, flashing torch lights
After the storm had turned to a millpond
Arrested Asarailu's mother-in-law and a chum. 

At last, fearful peace emerged
Residents resurfaced from asylum 
Shared various versions of gory stories 
Fears had banished smiles from all faces

Such is a rarity, it pains me
Since I've been residing here
Asarailu had murdered that aged peace 
This is the first ever kerfuffle note I enwrite

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