By Engr. John Perede Akpoyibo
The Fall of River Forcados' Wicked Wife
The wicked wife boasts, without a clue,
Of the laws of time, both old and new.
River Forcados still flows wide,
Tales may die, but tellers abide.
An unknown child of the river stood,
Saw it all, but understood—
Bearing the name Korokpo Olotu,
Anda ke seikpo Oghele tiemo e, true.
This silent son, with hidden might,
Watched in secret, biding his fight.
He knew the wicked wife’s cruel game,
Her blood-soaked path to fleeting fame.
The clock ticks on, her time runs thin,
Her boastful glory, steeped in sin.
This unknown son seeks not renown,
He’ll bring the wicked woman down.
In a twinkling, her reign will cease,
For he is holy, clothed in peace.
The other sons had sought for gold,
For food, for fame—weak and cold.
But this one feeds on none of these,
He cannot be trapped or pleased.
From the start, he saw her end,
Her power, corrupt, will break and bend.
The sons were lost, thought they were weak,
And cared so little for what they seek.
But the unknown son stood strong and tall,
Rooted in his father’s call.
He fears no foe, with truth his shield,
The wicked wife must surely yield.
He’ll wake his brothers from defeat,
And show them hunger’s not their feat.
The house of Forcados has food to spare,
It was greed that led them to despair.
Not hunger, but their lust for fame,
Made them lose and mar their name.
They failed to see the worth in staying,
Divided, lost, and busy straying.
But now the unknown son cries out:
"Brothers, rise! Remove your doubt!"
"Reclaim your strength, your wealth of mind,
And leave your fallen pride behind."
The unknown son knows time and season,
He speaks with wisdom, full of reason.
Forcados' sons, though vast in thought,
Played it down, and so were caught.
The wicked wife’s reign is built on pride,
A fragile thing she cannot hide.
Her glory’s volatile, bound to break,
A hero’s fall is at stake.
Even the mighty Iroko tree,
Falls when it grows too tall to see.
The unknown son is gathering steam,
But this time it’s knowledge—not a dream.
No fight of strength will bring her down,
But wisdom wears the victor’s crown.
"No threats," he shouts, "just truth in hand,
For Forcados and its tributaries stand.
No, the canoes will never sink,
Even if the river stinks!"
The unknown son brings bees to sting,
The wicked wife will lose her wing.
Korokpo Olotu, his cry is clear,
Anda ke seikpo Oghele mi Emi e. do you here?
The clock is ticking—soon she’ll fall,
Her boastful reign will be ended with all.
By the greatgrand son of Agia
From the desk of
Engr. John Perede Akpoyibo
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