They Have Succeeded
They have succeeded,
1960 to this time,
they transform poverty
and make lives miserable,
squandering many hopes of tomorrow
in stinky kitchens, rotten cabinets
with no definite ideology.
They make delicious meals
cooked in the pot of confusion,
served in the plates of corruption
and make us stagger in the gutters
like the mad man in his own paradise
eating grasses of tribalism
and dead logic of religious fanaticism.
They have succeeded
in rumbling the educational system
with mysterious stories of unpaid salaries
and untold tales of ill bigotry
falling the intelligence of students
in the pit of endless criticisms
and dig their graves in their own ideologies.
They have succeeded in giving us names
making prostitution and gambling our aim,
terrorism and insurgency our game,
hatred and detest our noble names.
They make sacred pulpits on buried bodies
with endless thoughts of jilting the innocents
with no sacrifices for a better tomorrow.
If today is when we have to succeed
to bring trophies of hope for Nigeria,
then, we say;
‘We would not end Today
Until this tunnel begets a light.’
I see tears fall, washing us away
To beseech lullaby from the kings.
I see children crying, soldiers dying
And mothers yet to be saved from drowning,
Tears flowing like erosion
Making turbulent knocks on the windows
Asking; who’s next to die, who’s next to cry?
Who’s next to the exit door of life?
I see deep anger eating away at father,
He works like an elephant, and feeds as an ant.
I see children starving, mothers watching,
There’s nothing else she could do.
I see sorrow in what the future holds;
The future is bleak, yet I see it,
No escape from the looming war
Of poverty, and deprivation
Cursed at birth, caused by man
It all walked from the sun to the dawn
Bleeding hurt to the core of the dusk,
Puffing smokes from ancients’ snuff
As walls were climbed to seek escape route.
No shackles to break but to doom
And all fears lost to anger, birds to giants
And diseases become glorious feasts
Of war, of dying and of living in penury
While the earth begins to stop turning.
I see hope nibbling away father’s anger
And a twinkle of joy in the future.
I see the constant struggle
Between the urge to help and the urge to ignore in man,
I see benevolence gradually waking.
I see a smile on the starved lips,
The future is bleak, yet I see it
A light of joy, and happiness.
I see cries drying on our lips,
I see mothers rejoicing, children singing,
I see the heavy storm depressing her wind.
I see the proud kings serving their servants,
Pushing the thorny sun to moving
And paving ways for heart’s wishes to pass.
I see us in light, singing joy to the world
In love, in peace, in harmony shall we restore
The bleak future walking lonely to the sun.
By Ibrahim Ayobami Balogun and Tinuade Quadri
We Are Lost
We’re falling off the pitch
Telling lately tales of dirge
Of the fouls committed by the rods
In a mistreated folly, beatified by law
In hurt, under sins in our undercovers
Where we lose all that we’ve got
From our hut to the boy that turned Lot.
In a black swath expanse
With blistering feet,
We run and scramble
And wandered to uncharted lands
Our fathers forbade us
No home, no hope to surrender
In our land, we run beyonder
Leaving unpacked mysteries of our fathers
To dip a hole in the hearts of many daughters
And birth a race of no mean fathers.
We flounder in this lonesome land
And wonder where all these take us to.
And like limbless trunk on a windy sea,
We allow the tides tide us
To wherever they please,
Not minding if they set us aground.
Tears are replacing our dreams
Making us walk and fall like the drunk brother
Who lost his needle in the sea
While no wave could wave him any better
Except to those tidal waves of bitterness
Where he eats hard lines on the ground
On the ground where lifeful ghosts are born,
In a town where we all reside.
A mockingbird sang notes
That drew maps back to our fathers’ land
But we stand numb and dumb in akimbo
Just because we can’t decipher
How these notes make music of freedom.
By Ibrahim Ayobami Balogun andBamigbola Silas
Ibrahim A. Balogun, popularly known as Evergreen, is a student of Sociology at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. He hailed from a very humble background in the town of Ibadan, Nigeria. He is a poet, a writer and a public speaker.
Tinuade Quadri is a student of law in the University of Ibadan. She loves good books, and when not reading one, she daydreams of a better world.
Bamigbola Silas is a computer engineering student who loves to read and write. He’s the author of Lost Boys (a collection of poems). He believes in the power of words and how they can build worlds for men to find their abodes in. He lives and write in ogbomoso, Oyo state, Nigeria.