this isn’t poetry, but it was easier to write it this way…
It’s hard to love someone who is broken, but sometimes
You love them in spite of the cracks, and you hope
That your love will nurse them, mould them back into wholeness…
It hurts to love someone who don’t love you…
I know you don’t love me right now,
I know you don’t care for my needs no more,
But I love you, in hope of a re-awakening…
Last night at the estate gate, the security man asked for the gate pass,
Then he asked for the Nigerian gate pass…
That’s what the Motherland has become;
Poster child for all things crooked.
It’s hard to love someone who is selfish,
It’s a hundred and sixty million babies screaming
For candy. Me! Me! Me! Me!
What the fuck happened to US?
It’s hard to love someone who don’t love themself,
It’s Jesus and a miracle,
It’s òpèlè Ifá divining my path,
It’s a desperate belief that t’ení bégi lójù, igi á rúwé*.
T’ení bégi lójù, igi á rúwé is a Yoruba proverb meaning whoever cuts a tree suffers himself needlessly because the tree will rise again. It’s what I believe for this Country; that the impostors who call themselves our leaders might think they are hurting us now, (and indeed they are) but in the end Nigeria will rise to the height it should. So let’s all stop bitching and get off our high horses and do something, anything, from voting in the coming elections, to always following due process in the things we do…
Nigeria at 50 – Day 18, Aribaba