Is greatness grandiose poses, facial embellishments, facade of betterments and semblances of perfections or put-ons eulogized on unctuous streets of the media? Well!
Is greatness digital cowries, unseen bucks, stacked in bags of Louis Vuittons, or coins stored up in foul potbellies of avaricious gourmands? Maybe.
Is it then Midas touch, or the grey monuments of fame buried in cemeteries of ghosts who sold their soul for a denarii during the great depression? Hmm!
It's nub can only be seen in the nucleus of servitude, that sparkle which lightens darkened hope, the sprite that invokes fumes, incense of joy in languid hearts. Lo! the scent of strength oozing from a bevy of ants.
Daniel Ezeokeke is a writer from the ancient city of Anambra State, Nigeria. He sees poetry as a means of escapism from a society undergoing decay and degradation. He is currently a graduate from a Nigerian university and loves philosophy, Jewish literature, and history.