Poetry

OH! THE NIGERIAN FATALITY By Adéyemo E. O

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

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“I think my visitation was premised on two issues. First to appreciate and commend the President for his steadfastness and for hitting the ground running since he came back from his medical testament… The rendition of his speech was commendable. He eloquently delivered the speech, I think I appreciated his eloquence during that performance”

 

So I hear a sounding barrel

blabbing barbarian booms

from barren antecedents that birth

blind future for bright hopes…

And I weep humorously for a diluted mind with

hemlock of wickedness and desert of clulessnes.

So my lines choose to be, that you may call them anything.

 

But tell him!

He is the summary of errors composed by both

cajoled and blind minds,

he is the fatality that futile efforts call fate

at the tiring  junction of failures after fervently

raised cups get filled with hysop of frustration.

 

I yell with you OYO!

How that you met your famine on Canaan land

How that you sat pharaoh on Grecian seat.

Once upon a land of plenty;  now below the soil and famished.

 

I sob with you Lautech!

For your hero left sagacity and lasting legacy.

but it fell into hollows of mediocrity

where two heads are better had never been than one,

where pointless pilate prowls around in clanging cymbals

of confused constituted authority.

I cry for punctured prowesses on pedestals of sunny purposes.

 

Tell him!

An albino in morning sun,

he is as insightful as the blind man

he praises.

Oh! the Nigerian fatality.

LETS CALL DOLLY ‘A FINE BOY!’

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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