CINE-BOYS BY JOHN VINCENT CHIZOBA

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CINE-BOYS

(for boys classifying themselves into cameras)

Let's see this video through the eyes of a Nigerian:
boys hunting their own feelings and emotions,
Boys beating down their thoughts and nolgiance
Boys violated in the midst of crowd screaming
of freedom,
Boys fighting to be recognised with in this
literary world.
Boys whose shadows fell under the curse of
their parents.
Boys whose mouth nipples have not touched!
Are they not the template of pains in this land?
Cinematography taught us motions and pictures
of boys learning how to know themselves.
Photography taught us imageries & paperwork about boys in the street.
The cine-boys taught us suffering and pains.
How to close our mouths and keep calm,
Then, let our eyes do the talking for us...
How to make our spirits do the walking for us,
How to announce the arrival of our shadows
How to dream of a name in a stranger land that deprave boys how to love and hate and laugh.
Do you know boys are not what you think 
they are?
Do you know water and fire are friends?
they make each other stay for a moment
If the angle of a composed object is abnormal,
The boys' eyes shall screen munch it for you,
For the purpose of a progressive painful guilt.
We classified boys into cameras and lenses,
That one can't do without the other by his side.
They shoot the future into their minds,
through their eyes avoiding plights of another.
They are these rooms naming their forefathers,
Naming the theories of their father's shrine.
Let this shrub be the matter in mind of the boys,
In a broken brook have they planted issues,
Issues that blood and water can not solve.
Another boy was killed yesterday and the other
Boys captured his spirit leaving the world.
Another boy was knocked down by agony,
The other boys covered the colour of his soul crying back home to bear witness of this land.
They learnt to capture everything,
Every happening things around them...
For these pictures will remain forever until
Mother's call where they will pass it to another smothering generations.

©John Chizoba Vincent
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