By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
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4: HOW DO I KNOW THAT I KNOW?
Socrates speaks: Right from my earliest years [when exactly I do not know] I have never taken a thing said to me at face value
Except it be God himself that speaks I will doubt
The persons that speak to me are not liars but are merely vessels of half knowledge
But I believe knowing nothing is far less dangerous than knowing a little!
Plato speaks: Pardon my mentor for his rude way of speaking [it is no way to address you learned men]
What he meant to say was that the whole lot of you are little more than puppets
Some are basic puppets: puppets of culture, religion and group think. Hands and legs move only when moved
But there are still sophisticated mannequins among you.
Sophisticated, but puppets all the same
Socrates speaks: Listen stupid ones, why do you fight in another man’s war?
Sinner why cast the first stone on a sinner?
Just as the Gorgon Medusa stares at everything but her own reflection
Each of you battles an enemy who is simply your reflections in your mind’s mirror
Plato speaks: Please do not misunderstand the arrogant words of my teacher
After all by his own declaration he knows absolutely nothing!
But you that know, how do you know that you know?
It is human tendency to embrace irrationality because man has an affinity for unsound reasoning!
Socrates speaks: Please what you say is good, how do you know it’s good?
What you find vile, how do you know that it is worthy of loathe?
The weights and measures you use to judge, how do you know they are well calibrated
Plato speaks: Men of Athens, what my master is trying to say is that each of you must go home and ask yourselves
Plato and Socrates: How do I know that I know?
5: I MARRIED ME
Sometimes I sit back and think
About what the future would look like
Is my tale going to be like every other Mr and Mrs Mike?
Gift my peace of mind so as to satisfy society?
I am not ready to sacrifice everything
On that altar called Christianity
My left shoe is white;
My right shoe is not my love,
I cannot ask you to untangle this knot
The complication that is my life
Cannot be simplified with a magic wand Darling,
I doubt there is a ring
That can fit into this hand
So I sat down and I made a wedding suit
Throughout the night I look at my creation;
This bridal dress feels me with delight
Applause with loud cheers;
Here comes the bride!
I the man and wife walk side by side
Before the mirror we exchanged the wedding vows
For better or worse;
For richer or poorer;
In sickness and in health;
I avow!
I stare at my lover who is me;
Love is all I see
Today we were joined forever;
Today I married me
6: GREY ZONE
From cradle we were taught
Only two colors were in existence
We accepted a two – colour world;
There was no evidence or experience
Dare to say or see otherwise
You face the consequence
Learned but yet closing our eyes to reality;
That’s simply avoidance
Tum! Tum! Tum! The sound of heavy feet
Can be heard from afar
Nothing is hidden under the sun, moon and star
Everything that walked these lands
Are in the earth’s memoir
That hidden door willfully concealed by us is now ajar
Open your eyes to see the great crowd
Coming towards your consciousness
Accept the truth for what it is;
This is no time for cautiousness
Rise up! Reinventing the colour wheel is not rebelliousness
Rejecting what is real and accepting what is not is the cause of the restlessness.
It is time to have the courage to unveil the rainbow
The world is not black and white; there is grey also
Revealing the truth is the debt to man that I owe
Break the roof of denial; let in the multicoloured glow
Go to the streets! Pour the paints on the monochrome wall
People of the Grey Zone listen to truth’s call
Grey is anything and everything;
Grey is all things great and small
Grey is the existence concealed;
Grey stands for “all “.
Nwachukwu Chukwuebuka Oguchi is a 400 level accounting student of Uniport and a holder of the ICAN AAT certification. He loves writing and reading. His interests are poetry, prose, satirical works and melancholic literature. Facebook username and handle name: wondakid16; Ebuka Nwachukwu.
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