• Posted by : Beryl Friday, 15 December 2017

    Since there's no further activities to talk about
    Let's make an earthly tale telling things don't fall apart
    I am doing this this night in couplets of rhyme
    So once upon a time during a pas-time
    There was a so very young village
    Filled with little people with light age
    The village was called Kpewiwi by name
    She had all of her people so damn lame
    Kpewiwi village was very moneyed and doing fine
    Except for the fault which they'd in their line
    There were other neighbouring villages close by
    Where they had nothing so one by one they die
    They were wanton in number and could walk well
    They had round riversides around n' reap n' sell
    They were quite paupers and lacking in larger number
    And they had tried all they could but can't get outta
    Whilst the Kpewiwi would wobble to get to their own brook to draw
    Water in the other neighbouring villages would walk to them very raw
    Early in the morn and it would wake and got en route
    Kpwewiwi had no such luck but were not once ire and foot
    For several years, things continued with them that way
    But one day a wiseman stopped by on his way
    He planned to wait with the Kpewiwi people for some days
    But because he enjoyed his stay he spent two Mays
    And proceeded to other neighbouring lands to explore
    But after two days with the very village his tummy knew horror
    So the wiseman promised the king and chiefs
    "I would not leave you all in this state till you feed on beefs
    There, down there with the Kpewiwi people I spent two Mays
    I felt to be lame as they are till the end of days
    But in my little time here there are bad things I have noticed
    Everyone here thinks the thoughts in their minds to secede
    To rule it all in hatred and do things so solitarily
    But with those lames across the brook honestly
    They had all it takes to pine and cry rivers or an ocean
    For being made from birth in that manner since the start of creation
    They live in love and share the little they have in love
    You leave in hatred and in sopor and doing duff
    Life is made jammy with you but you have made it so hard
    Share the little you have and ne'er feel bad
    Boo me if before the birth of another two moons
    Your village be arduous sowers in unity and won't become tycoons".
    They gave it a try not waiting for water to bring itself
    Being contented and loving others and self
    Before the first moon they had had past the Kpewiwi village
    For the situation of the lame had got them golds in a bigger cottage
    They came by an herb that could heal the Kpewiwi people
    They tested the herb on their king and he stooped to wobble
    After further trials he started to walk
    Others filled their saddles with this herb that makes one work
    They all started to walk and their conditions change for ever and ever
    The kings of the of the two villages came together
    They agreed to tell other villages across the gulf
    Telling them the secret to all that is good is love.
    The tell-tale ends happily like that
    But the world's ne'er been like that.

    Jodekss.
    ©2015

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