To My Uncle Tarkwa Atta – A Tribute (12)

By Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.

Chief Shit-Bomber

is the slick

smooth-operating

beneficiary thug

I have always known

and suspected him

to be,

though

listening

to the blokes

in his Amen Corner,

you would think

he was the finest

and sweetest

of gentlemen

since the discovery

of sugar;

but that

he is a thug

was fully brought

home to me

the week after

you slipped

and fell

on your duffs,

the week

you crossed

to the other side

of the fence…

Chief Shit-Bomber claimed

it was God

in His infinite wisdom

that saw it fit

to knock you off

your buns

so the torch

of leadership

could be passed

to the post ’57 generation

of whom

he is the best

finest

and

greatest…

and so,

naturally,

albeit belatedly,

some of the stolid ones

and complete oafs

and clinical idiots

are beginning

to probe

the real cause

of your demise,

they are beginning

to ask questions even

toddlers

would have asked

confronted with your fall

a week ago;

I am also

beginning to understand

why a week

or two before

you slipped and/or

were bludgeoned

into the Paradigm-Shift

Chief Shit-Bomber claims

God wrought with you,

Mister “Coup-Plotter”

was in faraway

New York City

and

Washington, Dee Cee,

with a dear cousin

of mine,

plugging his book

on coups d’état

and Paradigm-Shifts,

slyly claiming to be

the most genius

storyteller

his country ever

birthed –

now

Chief Shit-Bomber

is huffing

and puffing

and desperately

fretting over

why you tarried

so long

foolishly trying to reverse

his providential

Paradigm-Shift…

the game

is getting groovy,

the shit is

hitting the fan,

and the smell

riptides

my guts,

and I am certain

you are enjoying

every bit

of it,

Uncle…

8/3/12