Poetry

oyez : imperative verb Used by a court or public crier to gain attention before a proclamation oyez: noun  Plural: oyesses

Photo credit: Shine Your Eye Hell into paradiseAir-con ‘ll be there .We’ll build bridgeLagos to London. Cunny man dieCunny man bury amWho no know go knowWho no sabi go sabi. We love youJobless will getA zillion nairaJust vote us. Cunny man dieCunny man bury amWho no know go knowWho no sabi go sabi. Your roads…

Photo credit: Daily Post Here they goSo they blow.Blessings upon youAnd you too. You’re only rightAfter paying tithes.Pay your first fruitFrom unlimited loot. Daddy GO’s petA brand new jet.So many churchesMembers with less riches. Do as I sayTo make a wayFor prosperity,Else continuous austerity. If you’re churchlessYou may be hopeless.When you’re churchyHappily heavenly. @as 013023

King of the road, 440Eating our produce.Sikira oniwo,Goes spreading terror. Jokes we cracked,We ne’er flee lorriesCattle we would440 + 220 for. Fear of cowherdsBegins one’s wisdom.Modernised they areAK47 a-plenty. In their wake.Poor farmers they leave,Some dead, others wounded,Farms and dwellings burnt. Thus goes humanity,Where’s food security?They are winning,Another colonising! @ as 012518

Where’s he going?Should’ve beenBut hasn’tYet to arrive. We grew togetherBut missed he the wayAnd totally missedIf there’s eternity. Papa told his storyOne starry nightYou lived togetherLong while ago. Things have changedI’m made, men!He an old pauperLock the door. @as011718

Photo credit: the Punch We’re dryNot becauseWe never triedAll got lost We workedAnd prayedThey strawedOur miserly pay Harmattan’s hereEverywhere’s dryHere and thereNothing to fry So much hopeWhen it rainsNo more lossIt’s payday. @ as011618

Oh when the Saints. Went for prayer,Against the slayer!For elongated life,Before being paradised. Go marching on. Not knowing,Death was coming.In a jiffy,Without pity! Oh when the Saints. Through the gunWith no fun.Though no robberBut a farmer. Go marching on Not to matterRat a tatter.Throats are slitFor cows to eat. Oh Lord I want to be…