THIS IS NIGERIA
The scorching sun will no mercy treat_
And the cosmos of earth around me
Concocts a boulevard of sweet tooth and stitch.
My stomach to go dark I prithee_
So the orchestras would rumble and sleep_
A routine Nigeria gave me.
The dolor of Job, our job_
And our job, to hunt for job.
The papers of four years we toiled for
Only prepares one for struggle great beyond.
Sweat to turn sweet my labor_
No easy way to rebirth true a savior.
Justice far from the mouths of justice_
He who struggles to raise head dies in service.
Claws of freedom out of practice_
As we live to assay bliss
In all ways no amiss.
The Norms of Nigeria in victories.
I am taught the rules of life_
Just like Oliver Queen to his survival.
Pleasure is spelt a foe, a rival_
It’s a mirage we hunt like an animal.
My emaciated bones are perused normal_
The struggle for struggle is abysmal.
Garri and Kuli a blue plate for my feast
While in the fatness of my sweat my brothers feast.
I am moved not a bit_
It’s an anthem of who is fit
To save his head with dark tummy_
For pleasure seems a disease to our body.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen
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