Friday, 16 April 2010

Elections '11



It's an election year in view. D Nigerian election undoubtedly filled with loop-holes. Filled with converts btw over 50 political parties. One where blood-shed is a criterion for success. It promises to produce d same type of scenes as it has done in times past. But unlike those in the past, Youths shall go out 2 vote. PDP or AC. Whoever wins, will know it was hard earned. One where, the government shall be bewildered by d kind of influence d youths will have over d outcome of d elections. It's time for us to act as is expected. It's time for us to register 2 vote. Time for us to cast our votes without monetary incentives. Time to vote for our choice without prejudice. He who sits on d fence, is either a coward or an enemy. Long live Nigeria's democracy.

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Once Upon a time; I wish...

Reading Law Reports, u'd see monies changing hands.
70k in d 60's = 200mil in d 90's.
Ok! Maybe I overexagerated a bit.
2010 is here, but where's d vision?
Hilariously, Uncle Jona... is the Energy Minister.
Since d announcement, light has not passed through my house.
Oh no! Dat's a lie.
My neighbour's generator was on.
So I actually saw light.
Hilarious?
Yes! It is.
Things seem to have fallen apart.
You say I am disillusioned.
But,
Maybe not.
But if this isn't an illusion,
God, help me see one.
I might just be right.
Wat is ur view?

Friday, 9 April 2010

My Tribe, My Bride



She said I'm her love,
She said she loved me "more than I loved myself."
That's how she put it.
She said I was Mr. Perfect.
Wonderful, adorable, her darling.
Her mother kept smiling,
Her father shock my hands with both hands.
I paused and I watched,
I loved it all.
Then I mentioned the 5 letter word.
That which damned me.
Yes!
My Tribe.
Handshakes stopped.
Faces frowned.
Hospitality became hostility.
Sir, Ma,
What is my crime?
I was born there,
I am from there,
But I didn't choose the womb
which bore me.
Have I wronged you?
What is my crime?
I love her,
She loves me.
Let not my tribe be an impediment.
I thought d coloured men had said "love cuts through tribe, colour and language?"
Was it a lie?