Sometimes, I wonder-
Do you as a decent lady, see any virtue
In 'big boys' with sagging trousers
And flied collars, chewing gums-
Suspiciously rambling round the street?
Sometimes, I wonder-
Hey young man! What worth do you place
On painted face,
And uncovered breasts
Loitering the street, while others retire for rest?
Sometimes, I wonder-
If followers pick any moral
From those who lead them
Or maybe, like my neighbor, Agnes, they conclude
“My boss is just a victor of circumstances”
And me a victim of nemesis
Sometimes, I wonder-
If after 4, 5, 6 years or maybe 8
That suit and tie graduate
Still knows why he wanders the street
With ‘my clear bag’ in his armpit
Can he convince you that his-
strong 2.1 or 1st first class degree
From a ‘prestigious' institution of higher learning
Earned him
Something other than a laminated shit
of paper
Oh! He knows too late that
Life’s real practical is way different from mixing expired
Solutions, in half emptied laboratories
Yes! Life’s real practical
Is way different from gulping liters of caffeine and coffee
In scanty libraries flipping soiled pages
Trying to figure out what someone wrote in the 18th century,
About 'how-to'
How to buy your dream cars
How to find true love
How to make it in life
How to spend your money
But, I'm sorry!
The summary is-
They end up teaching you
How-to... Get confused!
Sometimes, I wonder
If teachers really know anything
Apart from what they flog the young ones for
And shout
“That child is just a dullard”
Sometimes, I wonder
If the statement- “Nigeria go better”
Makes any sense
To the unpaid pensioner
Whose hospital result says “Acute asthma and muscular dystrophy"
Yes, I wonder
If the statement-
“Youths are the leaders of tomorrow”
makes any sense to the frustrated youths in the ghetto
To you, maybe, but for me NO! Hell NO!
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If the statement- “Nigeria go better”
Makes any sense
To the unpaid pensioner
Whose hospital result says “Acute asthma and muscular dystrophy"
Yes, I wonder
If the statement-
“Youths are the leaders of tomorrow”
makes any sense to the frustrated youths in the ghetto
To you, maybe, but for me NO! Hell NO!
READ ALSO: #MADEINNIGERIAPOEMS - LAMENTATION OF FOREIGNERS
Sometimes, I wonder
How do religious leaders mount the pulpit to quote-
I Timothy chapter 6, verse 6
Godliness with contentment is great gain
When they have lost count of the fleets of cars
Stucked up like tubers of yam in their garage?
Don’t you wonder also, how they preach
“Holiness without which no man shall see the lord”
Just after inviting only the choir mistress home for bla.. bla.. bla.. bla..
Need I say more?
The elders marvel me too
So, I wonder
Why explain just few thoughts
In endless exchanges of lying book and open letters?
Before we rise to share the grace
Here is my coup de’ grace
Sometimes, I sadly wonder
Why an old man who needs a walking stick
Goes around with a broom
Shouting- My fifu, vote for change! Vote for change!
I sadly wonder too
Why a frustrated once shoeless man
Living within rocks smiles about begging
For just your right thumb print, at all cost
When all he deserves his your middle finger
You see- if he really deserved a second coming
We all will await him like Christ’s second coming.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter,
3 words could change our world
Let it be your waking thought, your sleeping thought
Your working thought, your eating thought
Oh! you don't know
'What these 3 words are…'
Eerm, me too, I don't
But I suggest
3 words, 15 alphabets and a lifetime commitment
God Bless Nigeria!
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