The first poem in this series is a piece titled Naija Wahala by Phil Da Poet. Enjoy!
Your fat economy was the ecstasy of colonialism
Neo colonialism corrupts your plains
Like the continuous rape on an hypnotized damsel
Your seeds are sown as weeds in foreign soils
Their flowers plucked with
unkind might
The wheat of their sweat
They seldom receive to bless
adorned in servile manacles
Crumbs are a miracle
You wreath in pains of smelt unity
The sham of peace in unity
More war in cultural diversity
Ethnocentrism in a perpetual struggle for coronation to the dark house of affluence
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Deceit scarify the hospice of tribal warmth
Plunged into the typhoon of inaffectionate sisterhood masked in miltancy,
help is sought from its tortous grip
O Nigeria
Your eyes sink behind the sockets
They sag of sorrow
Caught from rival turbulence of your frenzied heirs
So you sail in the illusion of progress without covering distance
Like the still tapping of a crushed cricket without legs
Babies in power
The wahala of Nigeria
Scums in palace
The palava of Africa
Your green goes grey
in the blood-letting hands of ill will folks
who warm your globe with infectious growth;
Riddled with malaria
Taking showers in the raucous rain of cholera
The inmates in the cell of noisome wants
Hoard the healing naira.
They fan their own yam on fire with the nation’s palm
They lick all the oil
With fair skin men on our soil
From this mental fever of greed growing fonder
You will someday be delivered.
To this offensive scourge
We will find a cure .
I stand to see you through
Until our purpose is true
And our anthem of truth.
Wait.
Just wait.
The doctor comes.
In the whirlwind of scattered scatteredness,
scrumbles;
The revenge of men in tatters ,
Pelting infected sands at those who sell their land,
and the destructive rambles of children in torn pants
Wailing,
why!?
Revolution has envisioned our land,
Soon,
it will infiltrate with merciless entourage .
To give us a new age.
A new page in the history of time.
Yes,
a cure to the wahala
Of Nigeria.
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