WHERE IS NIGERIA?

WHERE IS NIGERIA?

WHERE IS NIGERIA?

The giant of the black continent,
locked up in the den of dwarfs,
looking haggard with overgrown hair,
she must be very old,
for her head is a fountain of grey leaves,
and these wrinkles come only with old age,
The king of the jungle
with a roar that begins the songs of mockery,
these claws are sharp,
they must have torn apart
the skins of preys during war
and this bushy mane is not for a cub,
Happy Independence Day to Nigeria! Source: www.shuttershock.com

Happy Independence Day to Nigeria!
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The Super Eagle of the skies
with wings clipped like an emu
and can barely fly
when expected to soar,
the span of these wings are wide
and these sunken eyes is only for a Mother Eagle
The land of milk and honey
where dairy owners starve to death
and landlords are milked by tenants,
until the lips of their pockets got glued
and could no longer swallow a drop of honey
produced by swarms of bees in their own hives.
There was a Nigeria,
known as a nation of enviable jewels
where all birds wanted to build their nests
and all beasts wanted to graze her pasture,
where peace and justice were citizens
and not sons lost in exile
dining with only those who live in foreign lands.
P.S.: This is for a sober reflection as the most populous black nation in the world, Nigeria celebrates 55 years of Independence.

 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a budding poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness.
HAIL NIGERAREA!

HAIL NIGERAREA!

HAIL NIGERAREA!

We hail our own dear country
Our fatherland that has always shed tears
Nigeria, our rulers prevail
Amidst the trembles and cracks of our feet
The land stays green

Nigeria we hail thee
Still we hail our greed
The penury amongst our kinsmen is fed
While we die fat
The WE that reap from the spoils of the nation

 

Hail the heroes of Nigeria!

Hail the heroes of Nigeria!

 

Our own dear native land
Left to the toil of injustice
Poured on hard rock of dis-unity
And fed the meal of corruption
Surviving on the remains of mother nature

Though tribe and tongue may differ
We cue every dawn of the day
We remind ourselves of the tribe on the throne
Driven by our ideas, our believes
And let our grief prevail over being Nigerians

In brotherhood we stand
Yet we stand beside ourselves with surmise
Are we truly one nation
Or we are just a scam of fulfillment
A patch from our colonial masters

Nigeria all are proud to serve
Serving for the pristine nature of a NIGERIAN
We serve our fatherland as youths
WE serve our pockets as Rulers
Will our dear nation be proud of our service

Our sovereign motherland
Our realm responds to our pulse
Our pulse of freedom
Are we united by force
Like woods of furniture sum
Sum by the pressure on nails

Arise O’ Compatriots!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Abiodun A. Aremu is a graduate of Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, where he studied Accounting. He is in constant search of knowledge and loves the pen.

TELL DARKEN WEST

TELL DARKEN WEST

 

“Go Soul the body’s guest

   Upon a thankless arrant

       Fear not to touch the best

         The truth shall be thy warrant

             Go, since I needs must die

                 And give the world the lie.”

Sir Walter Raleigh- Soul’s Errand.

 

TELL DARKEN WEST

Say to the West they stink

And smears of filth

Tell, Convention fades like blink

Tell Bravery ’tis but myth.

 

Warn War of holocaust

Chide Strategy ’tis mere prank

Tell Peace it lies nought

When its rod faileth to spank.

 

Cry to Light it’s thin

And laxeth in its shine

Tell, Democracy can’t win

Unless with Villainy dine.

 

Tell Darken West!

Tell Darken West!

Tell Psychopath He commends

And makes his fawn

Tell Awe of unsungness it mends

Tell Sun to trail when Flattery’s done.

 

Say to Faiths they gleam

On their sacred way man leaves dirty spoor

Say to the proud stream

It flows, oe’rflows and banes the moor.

 

Tell Courage it prateth

And flees when it’s the meanest

Rebuke Fate it wasteth

Tell strength it’s not the strongest.

 

Tell fatigue it’s mean

When this Truth thou harbinger

Tell, resilience is near

Near, near and nearer

As it drifts towards matyrs’ isle

Tell nudists there’s mantle.

 

When thou hast uttered thy foretellings

And lay bare their loomy goriness

Fear not their yellings

Till you saunder Oneness

Whence lieth their bestness

Exhume conscience from ashes of shyness!

Thou Soul, body’s guest

Fear not but torch Darken West!

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Agbaakin Oluwatoyosi Jeremiah is a law undergraduate of the Premier University, University of Ibadan. Born on the 9th of April, 1994 in Ikire, Osun state, he is an active pressman in the university community where he heads the news unit in his hall press organization. During his secondary days, he won many essay competitions, performed poetry for state programs and participated in many literary activities.

He is not relenting as he keeps writing especially on his blog: muselord.wordpress.com. Apart from his keen love for legal studies, he has burning passion for writing fantasy novels, poems,and on philosophy. Battle Scar, a novel about the Biafran war was published to his credit on the top online forum in Nigeria, Nairaland in 2013 and it received a wide read.

I believe in fighting for integrity and justice at all cost as the noble laureate, Wole Soyinka rightly said “The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of
tyranny” and a legendary Judge once established that justice must not only be done but be manifestly and undoubtedly seen to be done.

MISSION  IMPOSSIBLE

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

 

As he embarks on mission impossible
As we anticipate the magic from the magician
As we cast Goodluck away
As we see the dawn of a new day
We bend our heads to pray

The South South is wary
The North ever so merry
The West can’t possibly complain
Perhaps the East feels the same

The rest of us
Yes, we the Nigerians
Not bound by ethnic chains
Casted our votes in the same vain
Make no mistake
We are the future hope
We, the Nigerians

The prayer we say
Is that all his tricks hold sway
And an applause at the end of the day

Muhammadu Buhari and  Goodluck Jonathan

Muhammadu Buhari and Goodluck Jonathan

 

Because only destiny could have brought him all the way
And this destiny cannot let him fail
It will not
It must not

Can the necrosis be greater than this?
The pain is 10 out of 10
The acetaminophen giving temporary comfort
We need complete excision of corruption
Then healing can proceed

As my beloved teacher would stay
Let’s drain the pus
Let’s put good stuff in
This is beyond science
This is beyond good reasoning
This is beyond good luck
This is mission impossible

What can make the impossible possible?

Sincerity, honesty and dexterity
Will, beyond our imagination
At the right time in the right place
Destiny, with God’s grace
The seemingly impossible becomes possible

As we rejoice lets not forget
The change we seek
Yes, that change so sleek
Starts with me and you!

 

 

Dedicated to Nigeria especially on her smooth transition process from one civilian government to a new one.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Abudu Kabirat is a student of Medicine and Surgery in the College of Medicine, University of Lagos. She has got a knack for poems and short stories.

I WANT CHANGE

I WANT CHANGE

I WANT CHANGE

Holders clasp light like a prisoner!
Darkness stares me in the face,
With a choir of generators groaning,
I want change!

Thieves coronated as Chiefs,
With pockets heavy with greed,
Rode men like horses!
I want change!

Our crude made us rude brothers!
Slaying compatriots with scarcity!
Yet it is our Black Gold!
I want change!

Eyes of education gorged out!
Graduates in a dance of shame!
Like men blindfolded by ignorance!
I want change!

The fragrance of job is strange!
Chased by able-bodied men,
Only few lay hold of it!
I want change!

Is this the CHANGE you want?

Is this the CHANGE you want?

Walls of our haven crumble,
Chants of extremists befuddle our ears,
Until our daughters were stolen!
I want change!

The river of peace licked by hatred!
Thirsty men pound their fists
Until their fits see drops of blood,
I want change!

Mosquitoes steal wings of Eagles,
Cruising the skies with pride,
While the owners perish in potholes!
I want change!

Natives camp like fugitives!
Scattered pieces of peace
Litter the mountains and valleys!
I want change!

Men on the hills,
Spit parcels of phlegm,
As dividends of democracy!
I want change!

Riches of the wealthy is out of reach,
Poverty pampers the pauper,
Until he snores in the snows of suffering!
I want change!

Thumbs laced with portions of power,
Submitted at the pool of polls!
Birthed drunkards in the Public square!
I want a change!

Who knows the abode of change?
Searched the valleys and hilltops!
Is it not within you and I?
I want a change!

Deep in the sockets of your eyes,
I see the scripts of change!
Live it out like a change!
For this is change – YOU!

 

© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji

P.S.: Dedicated to millions who clamoured for change in Nigeria. Today, May 29, 2015, the reins of democracy changed hands peacefully. Congratulations!

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems.

He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.

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