Member Poem

WE ARE…

I am the little girl next door
The one play-embracing the floor
My innocence was forcefully pilfered,
while everyone was away

I am the newest Mrs
Ready to explore conjugal mysteries
My breath was halted permanently,
by fists furiously fuming with anger

I am the latest graduate
Tossed into the field of fate
I couldn't fill merited vacancies
Because I don’t have sabi-ficate(1)

I am the traveller
Unexplored destinations in my quiver
I failed to reach my destination,
because the spineless asphalt was blood thirsty

I am the innocent thug
Condemned by a perfect mob
metals laugh into my rouge rind,
as smoke resurrects impatiently

I am a son of the soil
Ahiajoku(2) knows my toil
But I can't reap it’s proceed,
the hooves stray bullets explored my body too soon

I am a student
With dreams seeking avenues to vent
I wake daily to breathtaking mediocrity,
Proudly implemented by our solomons of folly

I am an activist
My lips throw sharp jabs like tyson's fist
Eerie biceps of intimidation,
pay unscheduled visit to me every day

I am your candidate, in need of your votes
I am bound by sacred office oats
I will turn slums into heaven,
and siphon your resources into my deep offshore wells

I am the hard man
I cower not before any beast or man
But I can't explore sambisa(3) nor eliminate blood thirsty hooves,
cowardice sprints in my veins

I am a religious leader
Picked by our maker
I dictate your every move,
because your brain is invalid

I am an officer of the law
protecting all without an atom of flaw
Fat brown envelope reps your innocence
That or behind the bars

I am flora shaw's daughter
The giant of Africa
At fifty nine I suck arid breasts
adorned in soiled nappies, plying the next available route of retrogression.

1- A term used by west Africans to depict one having connections to higher places
2- god of yam and agriculture in igbo pantheon (west Africa)
3- A forest and stronghold of boko haram terrorists in northern Nigeria