The national feast 1

Imagine;
On the day of the feast
No food nor drink on the table
Or a limited supply of the tantalizers
The grumbling mouths stampede to raise the stakes

See;
The kitchens are full of unruffled chefs
With no foodstuff, condiments and spices
The pipelines to our kitchens are broken
From the taps of our dream
And our nation is depleted of energy

Expect;
No cracking of cream eggs
That failed the candle test
In our national kitchen
No more untested chefs
No good meal without a recipe
Let's rusticate chefs that lack taste


By Professor Ike Igbokwe
Website: http://ikeigbokwe.blogspot.com