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This is not a poem about Nigeria by Oyeyemi Kosoko

​This is not a poem about Nigeria  

Rather it is about a hundred and twent million people living below 2 dollars a day 

It is about a civil servant that gave his adult life to the country only to be told a director has embezzled his pension funds 

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It is about the plenty girls , whose lust, greed and wants has converted to shameless whores 

This is about the numerous births that contribute to another inconsequential statistics 

This is about the Man that was burnt because he stole a pot of soup 

The people that poured fuel on his head prostrated for the commissioner who was reported to have stolen so much

I repeat this is not a poem about nigeria 

It is a poem about a land filled with milk and honey but hungry citizens  

It is about the university graduate , that is searching for jobs that are no where to be found 

It is about the man that appeased ani the GOD of the soil but lost his life to herdsmen 

It is about his widowed wife who now is the father and mother of their kids  
This is not a poem about nigeria 

It is rather a poem about the soldier who swore an oath to defend the county with his life 

Yesterday he read in the news the sad tale of how his commander looted money meant for arms 

It Is about the campaign promises , if you vote me in I will make heaven on earth 

Sweet words little action , we don’t even care anymore 
This is not a poem about nigeria 

It is about the incorruptible president , surrounded by jegudu jeras  

President’s adorns the garb or agammaemon his adversaries Achilles in the end the people suffer untold economic hardship

It is about the change government that promised change on an altar never witnessed 

Give us the change , we still make a sharp turn to when Jonathan was in power 

It is about the educated youths without a see through lenses beyond Apc and PDP 
This is not a poem about nigeria 

It is about the many professors that bastsrdized education 

With reforms and deforms, students are now asked to learn how to shine shoes 

It is about the randy lecturer that failed my female friend because she didn’t warm his bed 

It is about the monthly dues we pay to PHCN 

This I repeat is not a poem about nigeria 

It is about the super eagles that no longer soar like the Eagles 

It is about the Olympic athletes that were asked to pay for their own tickets 

It is about the NFf that announced a contract with a coach they had no agreement with 

It is about the president appointing his blood line and since then we’ve not had a conclusive election 
This is not a poem about nigeria 

It is about the shiites that were killed because they crossed the way of our GoC 

It is about the avengers and their senseless killings and pipeline vandalism of their own land 

It is about the preacher that was killed because she preached Christianity 

It is about the 9 year old boy that was chained by his own daddy who doubles as the pastor of a church 
This is not a poem about nigeria 

This is about the madness ravaging the land

This is about a serving senator that drank Alamo bitters and started daydreaming about another senator

This is about the scarcity of aviation fuel …. 

This for the last time is now a poem about nigeria 

It is about  me and you , 

Who throw nylons into the gutter , so when it rains the sewage becomes blocked 

It is about Me and you

When confronted with the choice of electing leaders we elect lions to watch over our goats 

We throw logic to the winds and do as we want 

In the end the land suffers 

P.S before you label me a wailing wailer and a haiiling hailer , remember i said this is not a poem about Nigeria…

Influenced by Efe Paul Azino 

This is not a political poem


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POEM TITLE : FLIPSIDE

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Back to the wooden bench
Thoughts on the fluffy back of the wind
Whose boring life was a scenting stench
To the air-mix, puffs from the rolled weed

Raised panes gave the twin a vivid view
Of what the heart beats for?
One to the other – this venture could be cruel
Or, maybe something we can die for

Will was reluctant, one amidst many
Widow’s Penny bet was certain to yield
That the lot imagined will be gloriously Fanny
Hmmm… Once again, was this what it gives?

Patience overflows, but yet bought
With scarce pains which fills the waist purse
While the old man waits with stretched arms soft
Too late now, for the path walked now a dim fuzz

Pinna-pinched with grip, scold clung to ear walls
Battered with words, the skin falls in shame
Here, hope can was chewed with bubble burst noise
For drenched in unflinching scowls, things will never be the same

To be taken as a cater-cousin
What’s more can one ask for?
Or to love now an unforgiving sin?
Better still – bygone be by bygone

The loins are girdled
The clinging dust off they blow on
Leaving without a farewell said
Rather picking pieces to build a Lego house

This was what was found
After the pages of the book was flipped
That the roses given was trampled on the ground
And that only bitterness from a sweet mix was sipped

by Xavier Victor Kanu
Xavier Victor Kanu is Food Technology ND holder from Yabatech, and presently studying Biochemistry in UNILAG.  He is famous with poems that expresses his inner feelings, as it also relates with others. He is currently a Blogger at XavezoneNG

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MY FATHER’S LAND: A land of Religious Crisis, Injustice & Corruption

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Barren men walk on fertile lands

There’s oil in the country but we spend hours at the stations

It is a land flowing with milk and honey but never enough for the son of the lands.

Yesterday a man who stole so much was asked to pay a fine

He joyously paid the fine and danced to Igbalode songs in church.

The effect of his massive plunder is a retired civil servant that can’t afford a bottle of wine

The civil servant who served with merit now feeds on crumbs and donations from the church.

Youths clamoring for jobs that are no where to be found
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Education is the key, but the system can’t provide a job that can go round.

Thinking of a way out they make do with weed, women and wine

Provides succor and makes them forget their worries thus no reason to whine.

The news just reported another bombblasttttt in the North as  Gboa Gboa resonates in the air

A suicide bomber just left in its wake, wanton destruction of lives and properties.

He called it a moral victory for his god and shouts Allah Akbar to our ears

The victims leaves the planet with only one unanswered question? What did we do this wrong to Nigeria!

Man must chop, every man to his own pot of Yams.

Each fashioning an escape route out of poverty
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Uncle Jude made use of his grandfather’s land and appeased the gods, if you accept I will offer Ezeudu my best Yam

Little did he know, Fulani herdsmen are no benevolent gods as they reign with terror and by dagger he was led to his untimely grave

Oyel is our own, na we get Nigeria

Niger delta avengers clamours,  reminding me of what Samuel wrote about trageria

The president wears his armour of war, have you not any honor for an Ex-general.

NDA goes ahead and calls the bluffs of the General…. Kaboom kaboom is the new anthem in the arena.

Billions budgeted to the statehouse medical facilities

But the president had to fly to the United Kingdom to treat an ear infection

Leaves me to wonder? Why budget billions when you know you won’t make use of the facilities

Worry not though! We must tackle corruption

I heard a man lost his wife to economic recession.

She didn’t die, but became a mistress to an Alhaji whose wealth defiled depression

Don’t blame me she explained to friends and family, hunger is not good for the body.

The poor man who was highly respected is now synonymous with words like useless and lazy body.

Ours is a nation where life serves you raw materials,

Not because you don’t deserve processed and manufactured goods

But the system cares more about who your father is? What tribe are your from? A muslim or christian?

So you watch with agony a man mess up a job you could have done without much ado

Things fall apart

And the center cannot hold

There indeed was a great nation

but only flourished under the watchful eyes of the colonial masters

That will be a story for another day

Till then let me drown my thoughts in this glass of Hollandia yoghurt.

Written by Kosoko Oyeyemi, Graduate of Pol Sciences, Unilag, +234817 9628126

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DEATH! A DIRGE TO OJB JEZREEL BY MICHAEL OPADOJA, PSYCHOLOGY GRADUATE

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One beautiful lie,
A bitter truth
Not everyone is ready to accept.
Life is pure emptiness
An euphemism for opaque vanity
We all were born just to die and laid to rest

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POEM: MY WALK by JesuisNaga, Mass Comm

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I have walked the path of a thousand men
Lived a thousand lives
And seen wonders beyond imagination.

I have seen the Kings sit upon their thrones
On high
Above the reach of the commoners
As their Decrees rain fire and ash upon the lands.

I have watched as rebellions swooped across the face of the Earth
And the people liberated

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Check out this Erudite Brain Bursting poem by Solomon Oladipupo, A 100 Level Mass Comm Student (Ode to the Greatest Akokites) @ULSUunified

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University of Lagos, Citadel of Excellence

A place of preachers and teachers of diligence

A great institution, the heartbeat of Lagosians

Goliath of Nigerians, Giant of the Africans

The University of First Choice

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This Feeling in Me by Onikepe

This feeling in me….
Gently it crawls into my heart slowly it creeps into my soul
Unknowingly it withers my spirit
consciously my mind is void
This feeling in me…..

Desire becomes the goal
Lust becomes the Lead
Conscience is turn juror
Guilt a prisoner of vanity
This feeling in me……..

Alas! The Cross is here,
The spirit saved,
The soul pugetry,
The mind renew,
The conscience judge,
The heart pure,
The goal’s desire,
The guilt in thin air,
Victory is gained,
The feeling is mutual!!!!!!

Onikepe is the pen name of a student of the Department of Sociology, University of Lagos.
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