Where Could He Be?

Panic shook her spinal cord Her hands trembles with troubles Her voice became thicker and deeper Like that of a baritone Losing count of her made calls To her kinsmen since morning Where could he be? What could have happened to him? Flashing backward to the faithful day At the altar, Six over a Silver Jubilee Long enough indeed, she wept Could he have . . . ? When? How? Why? Where? All rose to the fore Hmmmm!!! Liar, the devil remains I rang the ring unto her ears It has occurred ! ! ! The moving house tumbled And rumbled four times Leaving some in a trance Few on a flit far beyond the planet Conversing only with the Angels To get a visa, others crashed in Without any clearance for the beyond Alas! We got to know where he hid He is at the Casualty where Casualties of variance floods Right there in “Ibadan,” at the UCH Where Physicians are churned out Only in their hundreds. His bones where pictorially fixed A slight fracture with no serious fraction Occurred only at the Lumbar region In pains, he laughed Assuring many wishers of God’s own Operation on him with the heavenly hosts No “poblem” he averred With radiating smile of faith similar to that of The seed of Mustard that can move it all In any event, he is a Clergy. My Mummy arrived the day next Tears stood akimbo on her face But for the fear of the Physicians she knelt Beside the bed of her loving Romeo She prayed and kissed him in a jivy As the Clergy’s only daughter holds tears no bar At last, the Clergy who got lost in a road mishap En-route “Guru –Marahaji way” was found Smiling twenty healthy more years ahead. Alayande Stephen.T 6th of November,2005 1.25pm