THE DYING TIMES
By Chidimma Placid Nwaka
Everyone once lived a happy life,
Full of morality and love.
Where women remained virgins,
Waiting for marriage
And ten full kegs of palm wine with goats
Were sent back to their father,
In appreciation for raising their daughter well.
Where the fear of taking another man’s wife stayed alive,
Where respect for elders was a norm
An era where men worked hard to protect their dignity,
And a man who killed an Enyi or Ekpe was honored.
Respect was not decided by pockets but by age.
But today, days have turned old, and morality fades fast.
The fog of immorality is spreading across the earth,
And violence burns hotter than the sun.
Respect is now negotiable.
A poor old man bows to a blonde, rich grandchild.
Virginity is now illegal to speak of,
Dignity decays; and like wildfire,
The flames of pleasure burn uncontrollably.
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