The Baboon Dossier
The Baboon Dossier…….. By Peter Onyancha
The child laughed, blurred
There were little tears steaming
The mother Baboon; a signature smile
The story teller sustained –
The Dossier:
As I said, that was long ago
We were like them, yes
The humanbeings, with human things
We used to wear cloths; our skins were delicate
We struggled and caged ourselves in houses
Even the feet cushioned with solace Shoes
We have come a long way.
Nature was alien, child
But how, mummy how
An intelligent child; curiosity – distinction
How did we become today, mummy
Will they successfully walk naked?
Will they ever change, poor things!
(Evolution – child, from mother )
And stop the baggage of those cloths
And be free from fear; and become normal
Mummy, do they also think!
Child, you think too much
Mummy prevails; they are not as bad
In their homo-egosystem, they are fine
You may not understand the science inside
Ours is ecosystem; theirs egosystem
“Ego” and “Eco” is too much, child
Ask your dad, when he climbs down
It takes millions of millions of time to develop
When they become us, we will be their histories
A Mercedes Benz with a flag –
And another many other around it mill
Then land rover with humans dressed like the bush
Mummy, look, poor things
Child, Listen before we go up home
The flak you saw, flags the hope
These creatures, too, cherish some hope
The bush –like dressing is the vision
A future, where they shall be, Child
Where we are, Child
When you grow up, run but learn
The myths, the truths and the gem
You will note them, child
You will not then, chide!
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