A beaming light on a naked street
like the city's torch bearer 
scooping the earth for a doozie 
with rabid consciousness and vigilance.

The muse of a watchman 
guarding the city gate with his sword
survives a seldom attack at midnight 
and finally woke up on the city side. 

I am the custodian of chronicles 
filling the drums of history 
with our dossiers and narratives
the keeper of the dorp.

As busy as a bee
a journalist is a ceaseless being
spying and stinging the earth 
with his pen and flashlight.


© A. O. Nwulia Literary Diary 2016