Poetry

THE HARD TALK By Absol

Written by Editor

In their stage cotton of a skirt
They roam our streets
Souls they claim they want to save
Yet, back at home, they have refused to respect every elders in their compound
Whose soul really need to be saved?

Like models they walk around in their black brown beards
With their trousers in-between up and down
They chase the innocent souls around every available corner
How they feel does not matter
With every of their evil acts they justify with endless sura
The same set of people that will wake us up early in the morning for the morning prayer
Àwon hypocrites rádaràda

Shamelessly they walk around our campuses
In their suits and not matching ties they scabbash endlessly up and down
The gospel they claim to be their assignment
But on our sisters they perform their wonders
By rephrasing the holy words they brainwash their souls and make them do unholy things
Àwon candidates room 306
Àwon aláìlójútì alábòsí jákujàku

“Decently” they walk about in their long short hijabs
Publicly claiming innocence
But privately, dangerous wild beasts of no mercy
They are ready to devour their preys at any given opportunity
Their claws reside in-between their legs
Many they have brought down with no mercy
Still, on Fridays they will come out, all looking radiantly innocent
Bloody hypocrites!

They all know the root cause of our problems
Yet they prefer to watch us all suffer in a relationship of no love and unity
Oh yeah! Solving them will take away their agbádá
Their pot-belly will fall flat
And free trips will be cancelled
Instead of working hard to fixing them all
The demons in the skin of humans
On their respective red and green temple have chose the way of Mathematics teachers…
Further compounding the problems
Are those hypocrites shamelessly sitting in those Chambers going to make even hell fire like this?

Oga administrator, is your hand not brown enough from numerous illegal brown envelopes
Are you not tired?

Daddy lecturer, for how long shall you rejoice in the failure of children’s age mates?
Daddy, may your daughters and every female relatives be treated the same way you have shamelessly treated us. Amen?

Mr Pastor sir, were you called or you called yourself?
Anyways, that is none of my business but sir, are you not tired of deceiving?

Above all, are we all not tired of being hypocritical and pretenders?
Is it not high time we all started being real with ourselves?

Seriously we cannot continue like this, these SARS must end!
These evils have to stop
Our system needs an emergency factory reset
And we all can and have to be the engineers

©ABSOL

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.