Chicken Little And The Carrion Crow

Street Literature (Chicken Little And The Carrion Crow)

Chicken Little and The Carrion Crow (Introducing An Urban Story)

Copyright K. Omodele  2016

First published on The Abeng and My Conscious Pen in March 2016 (http://consciouspen.blogspot.com/2016/03/street-literature-chicken-little-and.html#.WEDDtNIrKM8)

Let me tell you ’bout things the way I see them. You go through life forever lonely, ever alert and aware of your surroundings, all while searching for something to make the Harshness bearable. Y’see, there’s this everlasting gloom hovering all around me, a constant heaviness, a steady uneasiness I feel every single living day as I trod over the hills and through the valleys, the gutters and the alleys of my life. It’s the overwhelming realization that, no matter how much sun is shining right here, right now, sooner or later something bad going drop on my head. Short Man say I too damn pessimistic, so now my whole crew call me Chicken Little.

I don’t always know the precise hour or the minute this Harshness going wake up, shake up and drop the hammer; don’t even know the fullness of the chaos it going bring; but as sure as dusk and dawn and death, it going come. If you don’t believe nothing else in the world; believe that! Me? I just keep praying the next time it swoop down it don’t bring about my total destruction and absolute demise.

Yeah, I have moments when I’m enjoying meself, like when basking in that warm, catch-breath afterglow with a woman- you know how! But then, even times like these still be haunting to me because I know deep down in my heart and soul that the Harshness right there, somewhere, maybe right outside the Marriott room door, waiting. It lingering, lurking, looming, ready to flap down like some dutty ole crow. So, all when I’m palavering and laughing, sipping two stout with me friend, in the depths of my conscience I expecting something worse. That’s why come Chicken Little forever keep gun closer than skin and bone.

I want you understand this, the Harshness is our judgment ‘pon de earth. All the world’s injustices and conflicts and mischief feed it. It carnivals in vanity and greedy tendencies, in all a we pillaging and we plundering. Is a executioner and when it descends, expect repayment tenfold; whether it dive down with viciousness or glide down, slow and deliberate, wings cocked back, more dreadful and imposing than Armageddon.

It’s always there. Waiting.

Like the night Short Man got wet up* in a reggae dancehall called Turntable back in the days when crack was king and D.C. was murder capital. I could feel it in the air, ‘midst all a we Moet Chandon-ing and indica burning…

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