In scramble of parties for the public purse, money becomes election_ and duties are forsaken. Yes! Our husband abdicates his onus, now they say he’s an imbecile, some say he don craze before before, perhaps, he has gone mad again, or, he was always mad, but, are we not to blame! Money becomes election, the… Continue reading MONEY BECOMES ELECTION by Oluwaseyi Olatunji
This policy will be policed to be a politically political induction. Let me introduce myself, first. I am Comrade Ambassador NoWork ManChop; B.A, B.Ed, B.Sc, M.Sc, PhD, B.B.C, and of course, O level. I have been selected to preach this new policy as agreed upon by members of the dishonorable house of ASSembly. Article 1… Continue reading POLITICALLY POLITICAL POLICIES by Kujembola Oluwaseun
And the gods came Making three mountains one Striping the hood naked In the name of clothing Crudity in the name refining And the gods left For the godsons Neo-colomental And the godsons Having bath in Euphrates Voyaging on the sea Hercules of the gods Smears to their hood Sacrilege to the shrine Godsons of… Continue reading NEO-COLOMENTAL by Oluwaseun Shedrack Akodu
This trail continues and its marks go no where I can follow I ask you now, what today breeds for tomorrow As laziness and quest for quick sugary tea make you bend That ought to uphold discipline and trend Not sparing the rod to spoil the child upholding the chalk and the board Rather you… Continue reading THE GOOD NATION BUILDER: by Eziudo Michael Nwachukwu
They have come again to the tracks; Familiar faces awaiting the pistol crack And he that gets there first Shall soon have a puffed up chest. See, now they are humble and meek For the license to rape they seek. But the rules and the prizes are theirs; All that we have is hope and… Continue reading THE RACE BEGINS AGAIN: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Who will find the key to this cage of ours? Or are we going to be prisoners for life? For our wings have gone numb. We know not if those tree branches will still recognize our feet. Who will raise our dead owner back to life? Let not hunger defeat us. For the grains he… Continue reading WHO WILL RESCUE US: Okeme Jerome Akpevwe
hey! close the umbrellas! let rain pour on our bloodied fields let our battlefields drink to their fill, again watch! we will sow maize where we now plant bodies we’ll pee the pee at Square andRock when umblella rags lie under many masara sacks!
In the name of God he begs He’s on his knees not his legs Just give him your votes And he’ll shower you with those plenty notes. Which do you prefer Broom or Umbrella? He’ll migrate just for your sake And promise you a share of the National cake.
It doesn’t take an impressive feat of detection To guess that we’re heading to an imminent election; Before very soon we’ll be motoring on the road To a total explosion of politics overload. As we swing to the Right and we swing to the Left We can’t make our minds up who we think is… Continue reading ELECTION MANIA
I’ll write you a poem inked with my blood and rhymed on this sad note of shame My dear ‘politrickians’ I’ll birth your evil-deeds with the tears of the masses O! Sweet are your words that lock our sour minds in the jail of promises Heaven is in them when you beg our thumbs to… Continue reading OUR DEAR POLITRICKIANS