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Realistic Phantasms

Gather round this table.
Sit however you like
for the forum has long been broken.

In this assembly,
I do not desire
to see faces
pulled together
by age
and pretense of statecraft.

No, I intend to see blood boiling with fervour.
I desire to see not arthritic bones
but bones ready to jump and run;
to run with the vision etched deep on the palms of my hands.

The vision where I saw
a youth sit at the edge of affairs;
the hairs of his brain standing erect with change and development.

What is old may never be new.
What is old can never understand what being young in a new propagation is like.

What is old can only give birth to newness.
Perhaps, it’s time! It’s time they incline their ego and let the young rule.

Perhaps, it’s time to scrape old rumps off executive chairs
and office vibrant ones.

Perhaps, I’m just thinking aloud.

About Author

Whyte Queen
Favour Uchechukwu (aka Whyte Queen) is a student of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University (popularly known as Unizik) where she studies Psychology.

She is a prolific writer with an inborn love for poetic diction and language. Her writing was born of grief, resulting from the death of her mom. But she has since moved on and learnt to find joy in the smallest things that come with life. She is one to give life to words and make you feel them like they were Braille written out for the blind.

She has taken part in several Facebook Competitions and won some for the good of African literature and its current net worth. She aspires to take African literature to a whole new level.

She has for herself, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie as a role model and hopes to transcend beyond the moonlighting offered by her epic works of African art.
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