Mobile Phone
A Poem by Joseph Eluzai
When mobile phones appeared on campus around 1998....
Listen a
while
This phone is
mobile
The ritual
of our time
No more
bells to chime
Why should
drums roll;
If you can
stand far and call?
You can be
absent
And make
things look decent
There you
stand in a file
As long as
the River Nile
To buy this Sim card so tiny
That it is
almost funny
And there
you are again, the speaker
Hopping
around like a grasshopper
For life without
a handset that is mobile
Is like
looking for a needle in a pile
Never easy
to find
Yet
disturbing not to mind
There is no
need for a wedding ring
Or a choir
out there to sing
Unless
mobile phone is part of the plan
To marry
into the clan
You should
not attend a funeral
Unless it
is there to make you look like a General
Thundering
out orders
To your
solemn brothers
All about
the state of affairs
And the
small number of chairs
You can
then go to pray
To show it off on another day
© 2013 Joseph Eluzai
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beautiful lines about the device, that has become a necessary vice
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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11 Years Ago
Thanks, Anju.
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Joseph EluzaiJuba, South Sudan, East Africa, Sudan
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I love to go by the pen-name of Ayeko Waraka. I write what I like.............. more..
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