Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled
The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings
Evil holds sway everywhere
While goodness scamper to safety
Succor for the needy
Has been looted by the greedy
Kidnapping has been legalized
As perpetrators haggle ransom
With constituted authorities
Like in the open market
While security forces stand aloof
Awaiting their share of the pie
Armaggeddon is surely here
To The Now-Pitied President
No longer thought God-Sent
The making of superb contacts
For entry into cleaner contracts
Is a command to avoid patched-up pacts
And-trust-me – costs you True Logisticians
Besides Sincere Magicians;
If the packages are not to hit the rocks
Or more keys appear with stubborn locks;
“If truly thou seekest a final Turn Around
That shouldest not later sink underground…”
For stiff orders you might bark
And mighty millions earmark
But Glorified Brains the cracked
And Misjudging Misfits the backed,
Progress, sure, shall slack
And one begins to Loyalists sack
The Guys one once shook their hands drop
And their disarming salaries stop…
Now, you are rather The Outgoing
And faster thoughts won’t be flowing,
For so it goes with injury time
While Careless Clock continues to chime
But there really was an F. Kennedy,
After 100 Days, ready remedy…
So, while this Counseling Milk you suck,
I wish you A Suckling's Good Luck.
Nigerians’ most feared President
And possible Hell-fire President
But rather My Bad Friend
I had to mourn his ***** end
For the Cameroonian Presence in Bakassi
He beautifully dismissed as a heresy:
A subject of panicking intricacy
On his dining table chewable delicacy…
Save that his sit- tight anxiety
Was the damnedest Impropriety?
The Masses’ wish for democracy breath- choking
The masses ready for it, flatly joking!
Prepared was he for thuggery all day
The worst of Buggery all the way
Himself proving Ogonis’ determined tormentor
With jammed ears for the emasculating mentor:
Morning and Night caressing a reverie
A lot like a harlot’s a final Nunnery…
The late Immovable Abacha
Was to prove a mi ting Archer.
No! Nigeria! Why!
We have always been happy despite the hitches.
We have wept together despite our half-baked unity.
We have laughed together despite our different trinities.
No! Nigeria! Why!
But came OCTOBER the overwhelming independence.
We are free! We are free from the shackles I hear!
We are still slaves to our own mother you will attest.
No! Nigeria! Why!
Independence where are you?
We tried to err our inconveniences using our discretion, but we got an invite to the funeral of our freedom of speech.
No! Nigeria! Why!
We kept on the protest in one voice,
And we were shattered with a Bang! Bang! to many heads.
Blood of the innocent flows like the river Niger.
Tears of the concerned flows like the river Benue.
Bodies torn like discarded rags.
Lives wasted so they tell no stories.
Every where has become a dark cloud.
Things have fallen apart.
No! Nigeria! Why!
MELODY OF NIGERIANS
In the market, the Government sells verities
of rumour of future change, we dance well
through the night and when morning comes, we
saw pains and sorrow instead of good fortune.
How painful it is to hear them speak in their
sugar coated tongue, and believe in their loosely
song of tomorrow's leaders yet like little children,
we wake up in succulent bed but sit in tears.
No mourners funeral tears shed with pains
living is a burden to us, death, a sweet home call;
for our inhabitants is swollen and our inheritance gone to this wretched world, living is a burden!
Bring back our corruption and take back your
change, bring back our girls; our boys must
marry soonest with a writing pen in one hand.
Repair our Nigeria, repair our fatherland now!
Our feet is now off the line we outlined yesterday,
we are unworthy of the unworthiness cripping in,
we have only one hut in this wretched earth
where the land they have made hard for us to till.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
When are we going to die?
Would they kill us?
How would they kill us?
Who will kill us?
When would they eventually kill us?
Terrorist leave us alone
Let us be in peace And harmony.
First, it was the militant, then the bakassi and
now the Boko Harem.
We all need peace and harmony to live.
These are compound complex problems
Hang in the air in the country.
When shall we be free from death by the terrorist?
Nigeria, A pillar but not a stronghold;
Our leaders, A watchers not shepherd;
And our people are gifted, but they don’t have a platform.
Without a platform to display
What you have (your gifts)
How then can it be fruitful,
How can it multiply and bring forth many
That is the main reason we are left behind,
Even as a nation.
We are gifted, but we have
No place to show-case our talents,
Neither do we have a show-room:
We are born-to-reborn.
But we are for long pregnant,
But no labour room, neither a bed
Where we could give birth.
Some unfortunately fell on ground
And have been mixed up with sand,
It became polluted.
What do you expect from a seed
That fell on a bad ground?
What do you expect of a nation
That fell on he wrong hands?
And what do you expect of a nation
Dying and has what can preserve her,
Will she give it to who so ever calls
For it and squander her substances.
People don’t think about those things.
Our Government have a fixation
For Nigeria, but they have fixed Nigerians.
This is a time to think and not to sink.
Three Nigerians,
One goes to the west and says “wa”,
And taught some south-Asians to say wah!
Another goes to the north and says “zo”,
And brought along some herds of zo!
The other goes to the east and says “bia”,
And learnt how to sell lots of beer!