My feet bear the portrait of Odyssey
Through your passages of seasons;
I am the custodian of the memories
I have spread the arms of this poem
Like street traders’ wares,
Let history journey beyond Lugard’s court
In this caravan of verses.
Inkhorn suffers no amnesia;
This Odysseus’ staff-like pen,
Bears the cargo of words,
Knitting your puzzling tales
Of a hundred years into an elegy
That mocks centennial fetes
When Lamentations relieve
The national anthem,
I put on my prophetic garb;
Like Jeremiah, I see into other realms
I envisage heaven’s embassy
Where your rulers
Suffer multiple visa rejection
I am in tune with
Your theatre of absurdity
Where politrickers act out
Corruption‘s endless scripts
Niger and Benue are the tributaries,
I join the confluence of testaments;
Your regions are havens,
I fear not,
I fear north!
About the Author
‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.
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