THE MINISTER

Alexander Adewole

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Tuesday 6 November 2018

THE MINISTER

And the Minister arrived
Sweating profusely in his high pitched euphony agbada
Flutter in and out
As ethereal figure of an angel.
But he was not deterred still
The wet dripping spectacle
The meeting began in sotto-voce to the minister.
He watched in stupefied disbelieve the question...
" Name a means of transportation".
A little fellow had said to him
The Minister halted, memory escaped back to its cage.
He fluttered and fluckered his broad eyes
Like a stammerer taking by surprise.
" A means of transportation, please".
Someone jest back in somewhat oxonian accent locution.
Down in his passport
He was the Minister of transportation
Flight was his favourite
Oxbridge material he had claimed.
He propped his chin
Searching the means of transportation.
The children watched astounded
The women looked flabbergasted
The men were paralysed with awe
The Minister nodded
And there was no clue.Ugh!!!
Someone made a noise of an automobile
To give him a clue.
" Zoom...Zoom...Zoom"
Our Minister was dumbfounded
" How did you make it to the high school?"
One fellow asked him.
He smiles with a start, then muttered:
" MY FATHER HELPED ME OUT".
"Good and you've been the best in Oxford."
The Oxford Minister nodded in affirmative.
"But you should know one means of transportation".
"Chuck...Chuck..Chuck!"
Another fellow made a noise of a steam engine.
Our Minister couldn't not get the clue.
He fluttered here and there scratching his hairs to bring back memory.
He was drowned in his own sweat.
" Damn it but how did you become a minister then?"
He smiled again upon which he muttered:
" MY FATHER HELPED ME OUT".
"And you've not heard any means of transportation?".
Our Minister nodded harshly.
" What about the sounds of Zoom...Zoom..Chuck...Chuck?".
The Minister dropped his head
His agbada drenched with sweat
His heart beaten hard
You could see it in his face
His broadface of somewhat
Disgracefulness.
"But ...but you came here with somebody Minister".
"YES, WITH MY CHAUFFEUR".
"And what did he ride on with you?"
"CAR!" The Minister fluttered wide.
"Good, now Minister can you name one means of transportation in your country".

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