#Celonarants ™

We live in a country where our young ladies who have recently attained the age of puberty cannot afford sanitary pads, but our men and women in public offices have ipads which they do not even know how to use.

Patrick L.O. Lumumba




We aren’t completely lost yet

Achebe beared witness

Adichie spoke further

Understanding now preached unfairness

As they dispatched togetherness

And trampled on priceless happiness
They pointed at the heavily beard man

That slow hungry-eyed man

Belly filled with a nation’s torment

Mislead or misinterpreted

But a tool they used to fruition

Ignited catastrophe on

Fore fathers who always considerate

In his ways knee only obedience.

Tears were shed; A lot!

For that long gone relative

Who thought and fought for a dawn

While I sit here now in complete conviction

That those birds of death

From evil forest of Soviet technology Should never have glided east

Aburi offered a truce I heard

But greed and selfishness

Like a blind woman pacing the sidewalk

Waited at the shores of the Niger

With finger on trigger

Did you conquer

Did he deliver promises made

As you unleashed terror on mothers and children

Air heavy with odours of diarrhea

Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs

All imagined family reunion at noon vanished.

No portrait on my wall

Of cordial hand shakes at dawn

As you were uneducated and influenced

While pride took him to place of rationalities.

While em subjugates were slaughtered.

Did you conquer

Did he deliver promises made

As they pray never to see a rebound

Asking that a 2nd eastern holocaust is aborted.

But in flipping pages

And moving pictures bringing bare

Don’t you feel a new type of pain?

As I observe an acrid stench

Of crazy power hunt on all sides

Is injustice about to reoccur again.

Were there winners and heros then?

Will there be any now?

Will the shelling and bombardment

User in a new type of crocodile smile?

As you decide to parade the python

In a city at the height of sensitivity

Taking a slip of Faith?

Or working/walking on part of hate?

The story might be different this time.



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