I HOPE TO ALWAYS BE SICK

                            HOW I WISH  …

… TO ALWAYS BE SICK

Walking back home today ‘under’ the scorching heat, with no cash in hand [nor in pocket, nor in the bank], and witnessing a gradual resurrection of my supposedly buried malaria infection, I could not but become philosophical in mood.

I was sick of the level of abject poverty that walks free in my society. Old men without security, struggling to keep a life many without creed would thoughtlessly terminate. Young children who stare at their juniors going to school, and who, rather than go to school too, are forced by their guardians to hawk petty goods for long hours every single day. Fathers [and these days, mothers too] who become speechless or prevaricate whenever their kids ask why they can’t have this or that; why they eat once a day while their neighbours have all they want; why they have to wear the same dress for the same festival, five years in a row, before getting a new sub-standard one. What about the gutters? Rather than prevent flooding; they have become a massive bin system, an abode for flies, tadpoles, and in fact unwanted new-borns.

I was sick of the naivety of our youths. The guys going through any means imaginable to be [not just rich but] filthily and ostentatiously rich, wrongly assuming that’s all there is to life; and then spending all the money, not on education or business ventures, but on drugs and girls. And the girls: thinking so low of themselves and trading their priceless bodily endowment for small, insignificant ephemerons. Both parties trying endlessly to please the other, but doing no more than to ruin their own lives.

I was sick of people dying, dreams quashing and families crumbling; all because some unemployed and confused youths are paid to blow things up for whatever reason. Every year, the frustration keeps increasing. Frustrated youths, both within and without the country, are taken advantage of to frustrate the lives of others. And then, there seems to be no end in sight.

I was sick of the government responsible for all these. Not that it caused it, and neither that it didn’t, but that it failed to arrest them. Politicians who sponsor terrorism just to register fear in the people’s minds and pit them against their opponents. Office holders who steal, in a matter of seconds, what their whole kinsmen and countless progenitors may never exhaust; building mansions in faraway countries, which they may never step in; buying sporty cars as if buying their kids toy cars, and as is they could ride in ten at the same time.

I was sick, and I am still.

Hence, how it is that wish to always be sick.

How I wish my sickness would graduate to become sadness.

How I wish my sadness would graduate to become resentment.

…and that resentment would, in one way or the other, lead to an insurgence…

…be it peaceful, or otherwise… I don’t care, because no patient is patient enough to care HOW he gets treatment, all he wants is THAT he gets it.

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I’D RATHER DIE!

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I’D RATHER DIE[…THAN TAKE WHAT IS NOT MINE.]

If out of your little wit, you open your mouth and say,

I’d rather steal than die, of hunger, of shame,

Remember that the whole of mankind, regardless of age,

Whether through poverty or cancer, will die all the same.

WHERE ART THOU?

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WHERE ART THOU?

I HAVE LOOKED AND LOOKED
MY EYES ARE WEARY
I HAVE WALKED AND WALKED
MY LIMBS ARE UNSTEADY

I HAVE SEARCHED THE WHOLE NATION
YET FUTILE IS MY EXERTION
THE PRESENT AND FUTURE I HAVE SEEN
STILL NO SIGN OF THEE

I LOOK TO THE HEAD
SAID REPRESENTATION OF ALL
I FIND, IT IS MUCH CROOKED
FULL OF PRETENCE, SECRETS AND FRAUDS

I LOOK TO THE COMMONALITY
AND ALL I CAN SEE IS POVERTY
A MASS OF UNBOUND SLAVES
AN OCEAN OF DILIGENT ILLITERATES

I LOOK TO THE SHEPHERDS
BUT THE WORST OF MEN, I REGARD
AFFLUENT SPEAKERS, UNQUESTIONED TYRANTS
MASTERS IN THE DECEPTIVE ART

I LOOK TO MAN’S LAST SOURCE OF HOPE
OR IS IT HIS LAST SOURCE OF WOE?
HAMMERING HARD ON PETTY OFFENDERS
GOING BLIND, ON SEEING LOADED DEFENDANTS

I LOOK TO THE YOUNG ONES
WITH PROFOUND FAITH AND FERVOR
LEADERS OF TOMORROW, I HEAR YOU SAY?
NO! WHAT GREETS THE EYE IS SURELY NO RAY

NO WHERE IS SAFE
NO THING IS CERTAIN
NOT A PUPIL’S GRADUATION TIME
NOT THE HOURS WE SPEND AS NIGHT

BAD NEWS MEET MY EARS DAILY
UGLY SIGHTS SHAKE MY HEAD REPEATEDLY
LEADERS GIVE NO DAMN ABOUT THEIR FOLLOWERS
THEY, DO NOT CARE ABOUT ONE ANOTHER

ON, I LOOK, BUT I SEE NOT
HARD, I LISTEN, BUT I HEAR NOT
IF YOU SAY STILL, THAT THERE IS HOPE
THEN SHOW ME, WHERE IS ITS ABODE?

INDEED A GIANT

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INDEED A GIANT

 

GROWING UP AND MATURE

I HAVE COME TO BE PROUD OF MY MOTHERLAND

FOR HER MANY FEATS AND ACHIEVEMENTS

INFACT, SHE HAS EARNED THE ALIAS

GIANT OF AFRICA!

MY DEAR MOTHERLAND, I’LL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT OF AFRICA

 

MY MOTHERLAND

PROMINENT FOR POVERTY AND INFAMOUS FOR CORRUPTION

WHERE POLITICS IS A FULL-TIME OCCUPATION

WHERE IT IS THE EASIEST CHANNEL TO PROFUSION

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF MY MOTHERLAND

FOR SHE IS INDEED A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE MATERIALISM IS THE ORDER OF THE DAY

WHERE MONEY CAN TAKE YOU ALL THE WAY

WHERE THE PEOPLE FIGHT EVERYDAY

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE THE PRESIDENT THINKS HIS POWER ABSOLUTE

WHERE LEADERS RECEIVE ALLOWANCES FOR ALL THEY DO

WHERE LAW-MAKERS CLAMOUR FOR SALARY BOOST

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE JUSTICE USES SPECTACLES

AND THE COURT BEFRIENDS THE WELL-TO-DO

WHERE VIOLENCE IS THE LAST HOPE OF THE DESTITUTE

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE REFINERIES ARE NOT WORKING

WHERE, BY THE DAY, FUEL PRICE IS RISING

WHERE FILLING STATIONS ARE EVERYWHERE BUT FUEL IS SCANTY

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE THE AVERAGE POLICEMAN HAS A POT-BELLY

AND THE ONLY LANGUAGE HE UNDERSTANDS IS MONEY

WHERE SECURITY IS JUST FOR THE  WEALTHY

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE THE ROADS ARE BATTLEFIELDS

PLIED MOSTLY BY JALOPIES

WHERE ALL CARS ARE FROM OVERSEAS

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE TRULY A GIANT

 

MY MOTHERLAND

WHERE EVERY COMMODITY IS IMPORTED

WHERE EVERY BIG COMPANY IS IMPORTED

AND WHERE ALL EXPERTS ARE NOT EXEMPTED

I WILL ALWAYS BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT

 

O MY MOTHERLAND!

I KNOW NOT HOW ELSE TO EULOGISE YOU

I KNOW NOT WHAT ELSE TO SAY ABOUT YOU

VERILY, NO LAND CAN OUTDO YOU

I WILL FOREVER BE PROUD OF YOU

FOR YOU ARE INDEED A GIANT!