Poem: Table of the gods by Stanley Mbakpuo


The war finally broke out!

The ancestors had felt strongly that they had grown in stature, might, wisdom, control, and universal potency. On the former four, they were spot on. But on the latter one, they stumbled. Traditional Nigeria was their fortress, not the universe.

They had enjoyed years upon years of kolanuts and blood of fowls used to appease the gods. A fair share had been their portion. They felt like gods. Why shouldn't they? Afterall, it takes a god to dine with a god!

They had enjoyed years upon years of kolanuts and blood of fowls used to appease the gods. A fair share had been their portion. They felt like gods. Why shouldn't they? Afterall, it takes a god to dine with a god!

So they decided to take the throne. A coup to dethrone the ancient gods was appropriate. "That will solidify our authority... and will mean more kolanut...hahaha" They all laughed as they schemed their strategies.

Finally, It broke out. The ancestors standing up to the gods. It was fierce. It was bloody. The elements were set on a collision course. Every weapon in the otherworldy armoury tasted blood. The ancestors fought with every tinge of fervour, spirit and gusto. It was the battle against the gods..

... Long story short, the ancestors lost- and that woefully. Face flat, they fell under the dark mighty powers of the gods.

They forgot something. "That the king permits you a share of his rich table doesnt make you a king." He is just showing you the first side of his kingship. There is another side!
They were ancestors, but thought they were gods, simply because they partook of the sacred delicacy on the table of the gods- kolanut. How disastrous!

Now the battle is over and weeping rends the arial plane. The ancestors are weeping and crying hopelessly. They are counting their losses and tears give the number. Yes, I see their tears, too many of them.

Now, how do I know this? Simple. I am holed up in my cubicle of a room at ihiagwa, FUTO, with torrents of rain drops threatening to tear down my roof. Yes, it is raining heavily here in Owerri. I sw**r, dis kind rain can only come from crying ancestors. It is definitely those ancestors counting their losses!

ps: It appears dat when a traditionalist dies, he goes to become an ancestor just to be 'chopping kolanut.' If na lie, ask Nollywood movies!


About Mbakpuo Stanley



He is passionate about God, people and music. He believes that every human deserves happiness, hence he tries his best to leave one every where I go. (If u do same, u will engrave urself eternally on the hearts of people.)

He loves singing, writing and public speaking(that's his best part). The greatest things that has happened to him is Jesus and the grace to serve others with his God-given talents and abilities.

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