DEATH WITHOUT A WITNESS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

No, he wasn`t there
I have told you he wasn`t
If he was, we would have seen his parked car
The up storey office window would have been drawn
For sunlight and the cool breeze.
If he was there
The sentinel would have been planted at the door step
All smiles and all radiant.
But he wasn`t there.

Yes, he was there
And I`m telling you he was
It`s not everyday he works with a parked car
Yesterday, his office window was honed
The landlord accused him of sleaze
So he decided to call his lawyer, Cher
He sacked his footman for moving out of step
In the evening he shot himself, calling himself a valiant
So when you went over, he lay in his office dead, right there.

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