...named by my Grandmother

It all started on one Sunday
praises and prayers where at the peak
glorying to the maker
how far we have come
how great he is
how good he has bin to us
more prayers and praises
...banging and breaking
walls and irons
concrete giving way
the prayers and praises were sweet
the hammer was also sledge
and it took away our possessions
...and that was in June.
...then came the dogs
to help ward off the hammer man
but again, on an October Sunday,
Praises and thanksgiving,
an harvest of praises, joyous joy
the hammers men struck
Again, it was freely
The hammer was sledge
Where had the dogs gone?
Was it a conspiracy??
here they come with their tails between their legs
poor little creatures, scared of the hammer
timid dogs.
Soon, her stomach began to bulge
and the puppies came
three cute puppies
prayers were said
that they won’t be like their parent
but vicious, aggressive and dangerous
and above all, deter the hammer men.
and there was one named Scooby,
it had heard the prayers and held it
he had those traits, and was a hungry one
death came calling on the parent,
he began to rule
the dog empire, the dynasty
He was everywhere, ate the most food
Caused the most trouble, got the most beating
he was still king, until LULU came
a mixed breed, intelligent and effective
he had his own kernel
where he had separate meal,
he was the new king.
not even the new police dog that came after could dethrone him
Scooby was in and out of trouble
the other dogs would beat him blue-black
but he had nine lives
my grandmother soon changed his name
Scooby is now to be named as MR. SUFFER
life went on, but suffering never ceased for MR. SUFFER
my mum tried to help him but the name was working wonders in his life
still life went on
The police dog bit Elijah my little nephew
….the jury sat, then the judgment
he was evicted from the IKHIEDE DOGS EMPIRE
there was no mercy
as he fell into the hands of a calabar man
life went on, MR. SUFFER’s sister became heavy
MR. SUFFER had a great fall
he became weak and lean
food no longer appealed to him
the drugs lost their potency
I watched SCOOBY (MR. SUFFER)
that Saturday, he managed to eat,
maybe his strength would return
maybe , maybe he can fight again
again, his fight were not over
and wining was not his friend
he was trapped in the rain,
i watched as he gasped for breath
on that Saturday night…
In the morning, bright Sunday
no rain, just sunshine
Scooby’s sister was relived of her burden ,
3 lovely puppies
Scooby (MR. SUFFER) was also relieved of his suffering
there was going to be no more fight
I watched as my dad laid him in his grave.
It had all started on a Sunday
for Scooby, it also ended on Sunday.
Adieu Scooby!!