POEM OF THE WEEK
Timeline of a virus
Chikungunya , it dung yah
ain't no joke -
Chikungunya, it dung yah
so, let me tell you
how I feel.
The first sign, I paid no mind
not a whimper
not a squeal.
Right knee swells exponentially
on a seal!
The very next day, still bloating away
even such parts
as are dear to the wife!
Ironic to say, didn't want that one to go away -
might have worked wonders
within my love life.
Chik-V! Lord, have mercy on me!
Guess that cry
is par for the course.
Chik-V, but what's this I see?
My ankles swollen big
like a horse.
Chik-V, my worst enemy
my every bone.
Accursed virus, won't you leave me alone?
I can't reign anymore
from this throne!
So, you bad like Van-Damme? Well I have a plan -
Miss Dassa give me
So, up, off the floor and through the back door
but … dem already de-leaf
mi pawpaw tree!
Mi still ah try tuff it out; man ah soldier - no scout!
Plus, mi done know
it's all in the brain
Until mi start bawl like gyal, draw fi two Panadol -
Every tooth in my jaws
was in pain!
Enemy of man; fell even the strong -
my eyes, sunken;
skin feeling like chalk!
No appetite, can't eat; so let me try the street -
all and sundry I see doing
the zombie walk!
At least, it seems like it's going, though I have no way of knowing
still sweating buckets
and feeling bitchy.
Still showing some signs, won't pay them much mind;
I'm getting itchy
so, calamine and bissy!
- Kevin-Andrew Moreno Sheriff
It's a funny story - really
Them emailing me to ask where I was on opening day and to respond ASAP
was a sad and pitiful reminder of my failure.
and I began to cry.
Then I had to lie, so I cried about lying.
then I thought about the debt and I went on crying
Then I thought about him
And I cried some more.
Then thought of him and her and I stopped breathing.
Then I began to laugh and cry.
Mr 'Chik' - and 'ungunya', Mr Dreaded Chik-V
With your mistress, 'Ms Aedes', please stay far from me!
With fever and pain, my body you wrack
My toes and my fingers, my head and my back …
I'm so much contorted, I can't even pee!
You're not a nice fellow, Mr Dreaded Chik-V!
No illness I felt, I went for a stroll,
But all of a sudden I felt hot and cold
Then a throb in my hand, a throb in my foot
I didn't know where my body to put …
'Bad feelings' all over - could not even see.
You're not a nice fellow, Mr Dreaded Chik-V.
The minister said, "You're just 35" …
De man mussa joke, the man jussa jive!
For you an' I know at least 65
Was eena de clinic at quarter past five …
The numbers are more - I'm sure you agree
For you are the dreaded Mr Chik-V.
But now you are famous - and each little pain
Evinces the shout of your terrible name.
Some seem even happy you gave them a call
Some claiming one symptom, some claiming them all …
No school, no church, no work - not for me
For I'm stricken, you see, by the dreaded Chik-V!
You've even got medics to now disagree
On which drug is best to treat you, Chick-V.
Some say Panadol - only that drug will do …
While others say 'Brufen' can be useful, too.
Some patients try bissy, fever grass - or bush tea
In an effort to quell you, Mr Dreaded Chik-V.
Your advent has made our whole nation pay
We must take Ms Aedes out of the way!
We know what to do, we just haven't done
Cleaning drains, clearing garbage, I guess, it's not fun …
But we will get it right; one day, you will see
Then, adieu, Mr Dengue; good riddance, Chik-V!
- Ricky Lyme