I feel no longer at ease about this nation,
For our President acts like the enemy within our shores,
Like Jero he has undergone metamorphosis,
And he no longer gives a damn because he’s the Commander -in -Chief
He-who-had-no-shoes is now a palm wine, nay cassava wine drunkard,
“Why are we so blest, yet so poor?” The question of the little ones
Like ugly birds with beautiful feathers,
Having so much, benefiting so little
Building houses of hunger where men lack grains of wheat,
So many are homeless, living in ramshackle buildings, poverty their constant companion,
Yet our President’s mansion continually undergoes renovation,
Why so much poverty in the land blessed by God
Weep not child, I say to the little ones, because I have no answer!
The 1st lady lays claim to death and resurrection like the biblical Lazarus,
How I wish her grammar was expunged so she’d no longer suffer us,
I dare say she must have been made from a crooked rib,
Daily preening her not-so-beautiful feathers in vanity of speech and thought,
Now she demands an edifice for her pet project
When countless women are denied the joys of motherhood,
Some delivering stillborns, others bearing dead infants in their arm
All lost to the cold hands of death
Justice has been kidnapped in our country!
And no one is willing to pay a ransom
Let’s all trudge out and find her,
That we might save the wrong ones, who are in the dock,
While big thieves have been set free,
His worshipful majesty is no longer an incorruptible judge,
Crime now pays in my country, and she pays in hard currency
I remember Reuben,
We all thought he was a man of conscience,
Now lies spew forth from him for he’s now one of the king’s men
Dining and wining with the other interpreters, I call them the King’s fools
Beware Soul brother; karma, they say is a bitch
Though she waits two thousand seasons, when she bites don’t say you were bewitched
Cry my beloved country, and ye youths, heed the voice of revolution
Don’t participate in the violence of silence, for this is the year of uprising
Don’t just sit and watch while things fall apart,
Observing the smoldering charcoal as it feeds on the burning grass,
One man, one machete, one woman, one club
Come one, come all, for the field is ripe for harvest,
Come pick petals of the blood of corruption and poverty,
Let’s pick the cowries of hope for it’s no easy walk to freedom,
I long for the day when tales of crime and corruption in this country will be past,
Until then, this is not a country.
FOOTNOTE: (Trivia) How many book titles can you identify in the piece? List them…..Happy #WorldBooksDay in arrears.
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Salute!
Thanks! I salute you too!
A few books: No Longer At Ease, The Interpreters, It’s No Easy Walk To Freedom, Petals of Blood, Things Fall Apart, Violence, The Stillborn, Palmwine Drinkard.
Confirm person! you sabi book! Thanks for reading… Appreciate!
Hmmmm…once a smal boy witout shoe, nw a leader armed wit shoeless generation agenda…ur poem is inspirin, Chinua Achebe wld be proud of u…9ce1
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Nicely put!
Thanks Boss!
The next knock on your door shall be mine, and the mission would be to give you a knuckle for a well written piece…k’are omo nla!!!
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One Man, one machete; Burning grass; Incorruptible Judge.
I know I will spot a few more on my second reading. Nice one.
The piece reached a fitting crescendo in the last parts (where you can imagine the poet raising his voice off the page)—the call to arms, for a revolution; then you gave it a ‘soft-landing’ end. Well structured. Thanks.
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1.No Longer at Ease by Chinua Achebe 2. The Trials of Brother Jero by Wole Soyinka 3.The palm Wine Drinkard by Amos Tutuola 4. A grain of Wheat 5. Weep not Child by Ngugi Wa Thiong O 6. Kidnapped by R.L stevenson 7. The Incorruptible Judge 8. The Interpreters 9. Beware Soul Brother. 10. Cry the Beloved country by Alan Paton 11. Violence 12. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe 13. Burning grass by Cyprian Ekwensi 14. Petals of Blood by Ngugi Wa Thiongo 15. Long Walk to freedom 16. One Man, One Matchete 17. There Was a Country by Chinua Achebe
Things fall apart, no longer at ease and weep not child.
i really liked, thx
thank you
Awesome piece