My heart has been burdened all week about my beloved Nigeria. It reached a crescendo with today’s air fatality. Rummaging through my notes, I stumbled across a poem I wrote a long time ago. Looked at the date I finished it and wow!!!! 3rd October 2012, EXACTLY ONE YEAR AGO!
Anyway, here it is. I claim no talent as a muse, that for other friends more endowed! *winks*:
Elegy to the Nigerian Politician.
Public persona ever populist, private ethos so egocentric
mien is good intentioned, for ‘my people’
Her garb translucent, her body bejeweled
Sweet of tongue, light in ideas.
His mantra says ‘service to my people’
His act evident in his opulent lifestyle.
His success is the death of ideas,
the dearth of innovation.
She works, yes for gross lucre
Their passports may be green, but it’s put to use for the greenback!
Resting places are not local, but in mansions that Charlie’s mom can not own.
He comes across as good intentioned, but actions doth speak loudly!
Adages I remember, native tongue to me
“Alakisa njo loru, boya ile amo lola; Koi ye won, yo ye won lola”
They gouge of gluttony, burdening their ‘people’
Hospitals remain consulting rooms, yet they fly to Sun City, sickened cells in tow
Weep not for them, for their feast endeth soon.
Weep not for them, for indeed a line will soon be drawn.
Nigeria, oh Nigeria, your beautiful ones are not yet born.
(C) Ade. Adeniji, 3rd October 2012.