The roosters return to the barns
Darkness engulfs the land
The kids strut home from the soccer fields
The Hoo hoos from the owls declaring the dusk
And every house with a rand to spare
Display the symbol of opulence
A candle lighting
Or status symbol
In the land where power outages reign supreme
The night is colder with no glow in the soul
Everyone races to the place of lumiscence
Teens who need homework done
And youths who want to feel some warmth
People with passion for the smell of smog
Folks with arson brewing in their minds
Everyone is racing to the candle shop
For what’s more beautiful in utter darkness
Than a blaze that dances and lasts a while
As darkness permeates the land
Tears are shed under the covers of the night
By those without the means for flame
Their spirits bending but never breaking
For sleep and death are equalizers of men
But the night never ends
Without the candle shop owners’ rituals
Solemn prayers for darkness to come back
Prayers that nights will be froth with outages
Day after day
For one man’s garbage is another man’s luggage.
© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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“for sleep and death are the equalizers of man” – damn, you wrote that so well! i loved the very last line and how it tied things together too. awesome writing
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I liked the sentence – “For one man’s garbage is another man’s luggage”. However, I would like you to give me such an example, so that I understand better.
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It is sought of analogous to the phrase “One man’s meat is another man’s poison.” or “One man’s garbage is another man’s treasure.” All three are idiomatic expressions that simply mean what one person considers worthless may be considered valuable to another person. A good example is the narrative in this poem in which the merchants selling candles really treasure the incessant power outages that occurs in the cities and villages in many parts of Africa. The darkness boost their sales and it is worth several endless days of smiling to the banks. To the populace however, the erratic power failure is nothing to be treasured at all. It is garbage to them.
This is the two-face coin in the same country with the head facing the suppliers of generators and gasoline , and the tail facing the rest of the people.
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Thank You for such a nice explanation.
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You are welcome. .Have a beautiful day.
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Such a powerful poem. It’s bizarre something can be so bad to many and yet so good to some. Feels like one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure can be applied to just so many different things and ring true. It all depends on where you are in life. It does sadden me somewhere, that so much in life is based on need because need implies a lacking of something and I always feel that’s such an ambivalent thing.
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That is the world we live in. It can be cold and tricky world we belong to. Yes, we are all needy but we are at different levels of need. But, everyone has something that can help others. We always have a choice to be fixated on our own needs only or to sometime lend a helping hand. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Have a lovely day.
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And another thing: thank you for getting me to think. If there is one thing your writing does, it makes me think. I am very grateful for that. Not everything I read on wordpress or on the internet or anywhere else gets me to really think, and often the things you write do. That’s a great thing to me.
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I feel really touched that you made that comment. Thank you for your kind words. You made my day. Have a fun-filled day!
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