Ignoramus

Hello Sir,

Yes you with the squirmed up nose disgusted at the stench of our ignorance,

You call it ignorance, we call it infinite space for knowledge.

We tap your back and even rattle your shoulders,

Because in our little mind, your wisdom is transferable,

But in your mind, we are children not worthy of attention.

So we tap and you bark, 

You call it novical-distance but as kids we keep tapping,

We rattle your shoulders and some part of your wisdom drops as crumbs,

We are excited, in need for more; you are disgusted, we are even considered educated.

Ha! as ignorant as we are, oblivious to your distance we keep tapping and rattling

UNTIL,

Our hands could not get to your back anymore

And our mind could not reach yours anymore,

For you are far above!

Whew! finally I am far above this lot of ignoramus,

Human beings filled with mental bins,

They want to eat my Onugbu but do not want to endure the stench of the Ogiri

With each tap, i feel I am losing virtue,

I choose to ignore these lot of  beggars,

Ah! here comes my high horse! finally a place, beggars cannot attain!

They all scream! do not go that far sir! why are you climbing the wall sir!

Hello Sir! hello Sir! hello Sir!

Are we the ones chasing you to commit physical suicide?

Have we chased you to the fall from grace?

Please do not go any further sir! You are on a high wall and there is no way down sir!

The only way down is to fall and crash Sir!

What are you doing Sir? They all lament!

Our ignorant hands cannot stretch to how far you have gone Sir!

Hello Sir! and they whisper amongst themselves, 'Can't he hear us any more?'

Ah finally! This must be what bliss means.

The fading noise of emptiness and backwardness,

Looking around on his high horse, he inhales,

Pulling on the mane, he falls back

Looks down and in total shock!

He is on no frigging horse but on a wall!

How did I get here!

How do I come down!

How do I move forward?

He looks into the distance searching for the pack of ignoramus,

They seem to be so far away, all divided into groups, searching for the next mind to rattle,

Hello! Hello Sirs! Hello! Hello Mas! Can you hear me?

If only I had told them the only way up is down,

And the only way down is up,

Maybe someone would be waiting for me down.

He shakes his head,

Do I stay here, and waste all I know while the sun burns my hair follicles one strand at a time?

Do I fall and join the ignoramus, would i survive this fall? would they do to me, what I did to them?

I have come this far and I will stay here till another of my kind gets here.

(Knowledge not shared stinks like ogiri, but when shared taste as good as the Onugbu soup of an Nnewi woman)