It’s actually your dumb head for me.
How you think to be hailed
‘The I Am That I Am’
How you envisage being praised
‘Baba hum baba hum’.
Look at your fatty neck
Suffocating your wind pipe,
Full of stolen funds-
The one you alleged to a monkey.
Oh poor monkey.
Even this DRUM you call belly
could pass for a parachute
Come to think of it
how does your tiny anus
bear the consequences of your GREED?
Are the machineries of your liver and intestine
worn out from excess load
that you now belch like a strangled dog?
With your ‘hippopotamised’ face
And stinking breath
You make promises that hold no purity.
Giving assurances that elongate your mouth
You say
Power is of the people, for the people and by the peo-
(Ta, mechie gị ọnụ there before m maza gị anya.
onyeochi. ole. barawo.)
Power is of the people
Yet you overturn ballot boxes
to embalm your decayed flesh in power.
It is really of the people
Yet you faint play play faint
on the day of reckoning.
Power is for the people eh?
Honourable minister, tell us
Why is this thunder called ASUU still striking you?
Why is justice of inwe ego, inwe ọnụ and ịma mmadụ?
Do the names Umoren, Slyvester, Bamise, and David ring a bell?
Jeez! What tissues are your brains made of
That you approve of Deborah’s gruesome murder?
Animal skin?
Gini mere na ENDSARS?
‘Power is by the people’.
Why not?
The ones you subject to “your fealty or your life”,
It is always a ‘do or die’ affair for you.
Power is indeed by the people.
The ones you rip off their rights
to bend their will to the tune of your music.
The ones you reversely condition
to leap at every sprinkle of grain
That.belongs.to them!
The ones you deny their lap of luxury
so that they sell their souls just to have a bite.
ị bụ chi?
Akpa amụ.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
The opposite of power is your desire:
To be served and not to serve,
For eye-service and not for true service
Even the shoes you walk in curse you beneath their breath.
A good name, they say
is better than riches
but the name, at your mercy, begs.
You grin
with your blood dripping teeth
And pride in your power tussle.
You never wanted POwer?
It’s just your safe word for callousness.
