POEM: Nigerian Child

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Photo credit:Omoregie Osakpolor

I am a Nigerian Child,

peeping through my window with

frustration buzzing the air.

I am a Nigerian Child,

clutching this withered window railings

with tetchy visage to echo my state.

I am a Nigerian Child,

with vision suppressed by these streets I roam.

I am a Nigerian Child,

gallivanting Ogbe, Nomayo, Bogobri shacks

to find my bliss.

I am a Nigerian Child,

with tattered school shirts, and televisioned shorts.

I am a Nigerian Child,

seated on the classroom floor watching my master’s

peeved eyes crush my being.

I am a Nigerian Child,

on a SIX MONTH indefinite industrial action

from my ‘versity education.

I am a Nigerian Child,

drifting the streets in search for food with

my FIRST CLASS mocking my ego.

I am a Nigerian child,

snatching ballot boxes for dubious politicians

whilst their chicks in London snow reside.

I am a Nigerian Child,

sun-baked and back broken for a meal.

I am a Nigerian Child,

under Upper Iweka bridge, cutting ladies’ jewelry

to stay my feet.

I am a Nigerian Child,

pirating Niger Delta water line,and shooting pipelines

to gain my OGA AT THE TOP’S GAZE.

I am a Nigerian Child,

placarding for self-governance for my

Eastern land.

I am a Nigerian Child,

pleading my right ousted from me by

war thugs who sworn to protect me.

I am a Nigerian Child,

taken to alcohol and whore and marijuana to

my tattered pride restore.

I am a Nigerian Child,

waiting Papa to legbukize my daily bread.

I am a Nigerian Child,

yes, that stale song playing on my cracked

T.V screen, choking F.Ms, and that whore

brown enveloped press:

“I WILL PROVIDE 50 MILLION JOBS FOR OUR

GRADUATES, 50 THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EVERY

UNEMPLOYED YOUTHS…I WILL, I WILL!”


By DENNIS A.E.

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