We have a land
a Land in the west
her men are highly patriotic
but dust and coal are
the colours of her wall.
She harbours three children
one is a symbol of development
the other, symbol of cattle
another, a party monger...
no nexus, no rising of the sun.
The land speaks of rivers
Yet, no water is found there
they make fire and light
but light is far from her
a harlot seeking for a husband, she is.
She is an illusion of the future
the nectar of her eyes is agony
her inhabitant are the problems of her
Problems parrotting downtown of religion
she is holy yet sinful and timid.
This is the flashes of my land
a Land flowing of milk and honey
this is a Nigeria tale of tomorrow
with flashes of terrified eyes of
a generation of strange youths.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god.
To Isoboye Danagogo
Song about you reminds me of Africa
you are an embodiment of African culture
Look into your palms and see the route
of our lives cemented by love...
A piece of me is in you
and a piece of you is in me;
a piece which clamour for greatness
At the cross road where love lines
crossed path, we built bricks of friendship
Remember, the meatless meal we shared
We coloured our first broken Alphabets
We shared yesterday parrotting the national anthem
which is the symbol of our unity
We sang and clapped together among the congregation,
living in a world of guilty innocence because
we committed so many childish acts
I harbour you in my heart,
hope you do same too talking through poetry
in the piece of me that stays in you.
©John Chizoba Vincent
For Boy Of Tomorrow.
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