At my Hour
of Retirement
By
that hour of my retirement,
Honoured
a veteran of state service
Honoured
an emeritus chief of the ministry,
I
await a great harvest of fine accomplishments.
For
I expect to own villages of land
Own
cities of residential estates
And
rest in a town of homes.
I
strive, my breath and brain on it
To
have carried these treasuries dry
I
promise to triumph
In
planting my entire clan into
All
offices shelved in the state ministry
My
daughters, heritors of top chambers
My
son, the legitimate heir of this
ultimate seat.
I
have the strict vision of ballooning
My
belly, weighing in tones
My
name overshadowing all names of fame.
These
teeth of mine
Will
have chewed at all the luncheons
Stewed
in 5-star hotels
Or
braised in international restaurants.
Each
drop of lavish beer shall roll
Along
this executive throat.
Every
pair of female breasts in this ministry
I
bet, shall have scratched my bushy chest
All
their thighs, lumbered upon my limbs.
I
look forward to emptying
The
state store of honors
I
envisage draining
All
stores of state tribute
All
executive accolades
Crowned
on my ministerial skull
Country
men
I’m
blinded by counting the
Tanks
of pensions waiting
At
my hour of departure.
Rurekyera Geofrey
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