Nigeria-I  Weep For You

Weep not for Jonathan,

but weep for Nigeria,

rejoice not much over

2015 presidential elections,

never be carried away by

events of moment;

delude yourself not

by epithet “change,”

rather envision-

what Nigeria of tomorrow

SHALL BE.

Weep not over Jonathan’s

failure to secure-

another four-year-tenancy-

at-Aso-Rock,

weep for the goose-Nigeria-

that lays the golden egg;

mourn the river that gives

everyone water to drink,

wail over the cow,

whose milk everyone feeds on.

Ululate over the woman-

whose breasts every Nigerian

suck-

that may soon be abused;

screech for the re-emergence

of cobweb that slows

Nigeria’s fifty-something

years of greatness and 
development down.

Squawk for return of nepotism,

whimper-yes-whine over

tribal cleavages,

howl over religious bigotry,

yowl over political arm twisting;

yelp for return of born to rule,

shriek for the land that has

refused to grow.

Squeal for the stunted land,

land-the central government

shall become Santa Claus,

with iron rod to inflict injury

upon enemies.

Bawl-yes-yammer

as federating units

shall remain pupils-almajeris-

resulting in socio-economic

and political kwashiorkor;

snivel as federal powers

will be abused.

Bleat over federal powers,

consider how current holders

will use the power to
perpetrate and promote

decades of frauds-

as 2017 Census be conducted;

Nigerians just contemplate

how tilted and biased

“Federal Character” policy will be

under the future dispensation-

in favor of Regional Character.

Bellow as a section in the land

may be insensitive to the

feelings of others,

vociferate as collective wealth

will be up for grab by a new

political and economic mafia;

weep and weep again

as North-South Dichotomy

will re-emerge.

Be alarmed as concentrated

defense and security apparatus

in federal hands be used to

pursue sectional and promote
religious agenda.

Weep over hunger, misery,

anger that will pervade in the

land;

cry over failures,

incompetence, injustices,

arrogance, and wickedness

that will rule over the land.

Weep over suppression of

civil institutions in the land,

mourn over attacks on

legislature to create a

free pass to

dictatorship and fascism.

Cry over anti-social-cum-

religiously-toned-policies

that will take the land

backward;

weep over reign of

impunity, return of

ethno-religious crises.

Weep as a select,

but powerful individuals,

power-behind-the-throne

through back doors take

over the reign of the land.

Cry! Cry!! Cry!!!

Weep! Wail!! Howl!!!

For the Land-

One Hundred and Seventy

Million People called Home,

most populous Black nation in the

universe;

land of two great Rivers-

Niger and Benue,

a land of 450 nationalities-

NIGERIA.

  

***OUR POETRY ARCHIVE***: SILAS OLA ABAYOMI

***OUR POETRY ARCHIVE***: SILAS OLA ABAYOMI

The Old-New Song in Town: "Non-Negotiable Unity"

The Old-New Song in Town:

“Non-Negotiable Unity”

In The Beginning:

Every time they say

nation’s unity is
“non-negotiable”
but pathway of unity
they never travel;
daily, they sing
“unity in diversity”
continuously, ethnic card
they play before national
audience.

 “Arise O’ Compatriots”

hymn from their pulpit
but nation’s choir masters
are nothing other than
religious fanatics, regional, and
sectional war commanders.

Unity! Unity!! Unity!!!

seems the only grammar
in their lexicon,
but masters of divisive politics,
they’re;
relentlessly, they remind
their subjects heroic deeds
of their founding fathers,
unfortunately, heroism
they have turned-only to-
Trademarks
and physical identities,
to Logos and Icons,
sacrifices made by these fathers-
modern day apostles do not know.

Noble cause-service to humanity-
that defined and explained-
Fathers-of-the Nation,
Khalifas of modern times
have criminally abandoned;
instead Servicemark
they advertise to the
mesmerized and
hypnotized audience.

Education-the liberation fruit-

that set them free from ignorance
and disease,
ladder to their upward movement, and
light to their pathways;
same education-they have declared
evil and a forbidden fruit-
that their own may remain
eternally ignorant for
their continued survival and
generations in their loins,
yet unborn.

Children of their subjects-

continuously, they turn
urchins and imps,
fruit of belly-
tomorrow of every human 
society-
bezonian-turned-leaders
keep making waif and
guttersnipe.

Tools of terror and

merchants of violence
they have made
out-of-youths from low and
humble background;
their children and wards
they place on decorated horses
tomorrow’s heir apparent
pulling wagons of poor kids.

Sad to say, 

mass army of down-and-out,
impecunious, and penurious,
they accomplished in their
territory,
project-they now want it go
national-
whenever people of different
cultural character and make up
raise objections to their
benighted world view,
they will respond:
“Our Unity is Non-
Negotiable.”

Will someone tell

new national anthem composers
that “Unity in Diversity”
is unity without conformity,
diversity without fragmentation.

Unity-vehicle that is opened-
to everyone and its driver is
tolerant to all passengers;
diversity-multiple roadways-
that accommodate every
opinion, belief, point of view,
attitude, and thinking.

The New Oluwole in Town.

The New Oluwole in Town.

They forge everything  

from certificate to rules
and procedures to achieve
their inordinate ambitions;
they clone new documents
from old and non-existent
materials to purse political
ambition.


Old and permanently
indited documents,
Oluwole merchants
are ready to re-write,
people without basic
printing knowledge  
have become overnight
editors and proofreaders.

Archival materials of centuries
bequeathed to us by our
progenitors,
Oluwole merchants
are ready to mutilate;
security-sensitive documents
they reconfigure in a jiffy,
document substitution
Oluwole businesspersons do
with lightning rod.


Lies-foundation-of
houses they are building,
fraud-the building bricks-
of mansions they live in.

Deceits-hymns that
come always from
their mouth,
double tongue-their
mark of identity in
the public square;
treachery-their pathway
and highway to fame,
every time they play
Judas to power and influence.

Just like chameleon-they behave,
in a like manner-always-
they escape like a slippery fish;
you can barely hold them for
anything they say,
their morning conversation,
they will deny before noon,
mid-day talk-before
sundown-they will recant.

Promises made upon oath,
soon-they will tell-
oath was a joke,
promises made under the
sun,
they will replace with those
made in the rain that can
be easily washed away .

Promissory Notes that carry
their signet rings-their signatures-
they will tell-someone forged
their signatures;
assurances made on electronic
media of voice and sound,
picture and image,
they will tell,
it never happened.

Oluwole-the wonderful-
Yoruba name-
Nigerian politicians
have soiled and ruined,
when the old Oluwole is
long.

Nigerians should tell
politicians to leave
ALL
OLUWOLES
ALONE,
or else Oluwoles may hire
Senior Advocates to plead
their case at Supreme Court.

Oluwole,
Nagode,
Daa-luu,
E-ku-Iro-ju.