#Celonarants ™
We live in a country where our young ladies who have recently attained the age of puberty cannot afford sanitary pads, but our men and women in public offices have ipads which they do not even know how to use.
Patrick L.O. Lumumba
#VisualsByCharles
We aren’t completely lost yet
Achebe beared witness
Adichie spoke further
Understanding now preached unfairness
As they dispatched togetherness
And trampled on priceless happiness
They pointed at the heavily beard man
That slow hungry-eyed man
Belly filled with a nation’s torment
Mislead or misinterpreted
But a tool they used to fruition
Ignited catastrophe on
Fore fathers who always considerate
In his ways knee only obedience.
Tears were shed; A lot!
For that long gone relative
Who thought and fought for a dawn
While I sit here now in complete conviction
That those birds of death
From evil forest of Soviet technology Should never have glided east
Aburi offered a truce I heard
But greed and selfishness
Like a blind woman pacing the sidewalk
Waited at the shores of the Niger
With finger on trigger
Did you conquer
Did he deliver promises made
As you unleashed terror on mothers and children
Air heavy with odours of diarrhea
Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs
All imagined family reunion at noon vanished.
No portrait on my wall
Of cordial hand shakes at dawn
As you were uneducated and influenced
While pride took him to place of rationalities.
While em subjugates were slaughtered.
Did you conquer
Did he deliver promises made
As they pray never to see a rebound
Asking that a 2nd eastern holocaust is aborted.
But in flipping pages
And moving pictures bringing bare
Don’t you feel a new type of pain?
As I observe an acrid stench
Of crazy power hunt on all sides
Is injustice about to reoccur again.
Were there winners and heros then?
Will there be any now?
Will the shelling and bombardment
User in a new type of crocodile smile?
As you decide to parade the python
In a city at the height of sensitivity
Taking a slip of Faith?
Or working/walking on part of hate?
The story might be different this time.
#Poetry
#TheDissident
#StateOfaNation
