DECAYING FLOWERS

The circling vultures were in the centre of a gaiety. Some famished ones, with manky beaks had already pounced on the naked and half naked bodies of young women, children, and the old – mostly innocents of the cataclysm. Others, assumedly experienced, were hovering patiently, perhaps to get a lion...

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BEFORE 1960’s by Isoboye Danagogo

Before 1960’s • There was a country Like fields with grasses. We had bodied men with beards and brains; Wisdom of grey hairs. Our schools was certificated with pure degrees. Our hospitals treated malaria without going to Malaysia. • 1960s was the sixties we had workers that worked. We had...

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FREEDOM IN NIGER KINGDOM

is this Independence or shackled pretence? is there really freedom in this Niger Kingdom? are we not yet slaves dying, falling into graves dug by the hands of those who fart into Nigeria’s nose as green browns in villages and towns and our white turns red Jona bakes election bread...

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MIRROR MIRROR, NIGERIA

Mirror, mirror, please tell me Which is the damnedest land of all Whose land is as rich as its people are poor Whose leaders, amongst thieves, stand bold, tall And In toast to Death’s health, blood they daily pour Mirror, mirror, please tell me Where would I see a fool...

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I AM NIGERIA

I am Nigeria I am that brackish water that erodes the delta I am Nigeria I am that green and white flag that sways fervently in ill-winds I am Nigeria I am that lustrous rock that has lost its hardness and mica I am Nigeria I am that eagle that...

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SIMPLY NIGERIA

Taking a stroll along the Niger shore Flora was a white looking Shaw Captivated by the beauty of the area She screamed with excitement-Nigeria! Habitations separated by mountain heights Divided by boundaries of flowing waters Characterised by numerous tribes An aboard of diverse cultures But these are no criteria It’s...

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ASO

If Aso is a rock, there is a valley beneath Dungeon of lost souls fallen from the crest Men’s face clearly buried in the cleavage of its clefts Men who sucked the suavity off her Decrepit breast Men who led an’ whose heirs won’t be fed If Aso is a...

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DUMB, DOOMED

Would you because I am your father Fail to tell me my scrotum is exposed To the menacing gaze of scorn? Would you because I give you shelter In my homestead Applaud my abuse of your daughter While you hail me in suppressed adoration? I am dazed by the mutable...

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