They come suddenly'n'murder my sleep |
Altering my dreams I wake up'n'weep |
Every night that I lay upon my bed
Snoring deep like a dead
They come suddenly'n'murder my sleep
They come suddenly'n'murder my sleep
Altering my dreams I wake up'n'weep
...Rats plunder my stock |
Bed-bugs, mosquitoes prey upon my blood'n'suck |
Rattling, struggling, dragging, Rats plunder my stock
Bed-bugs, mosquitoes prey upon my blood'n'suck
Small cockroaches too invade'n'*Tambolo* will bite
For blood-suckers, before dawn're all out of sight
I do not know, but their menace'll make me weep
Even I cannot my sweet dreams hold'n'save
Coz every time of my night's a midnight rape...
- by ---- Adeola Goloba
*Tambolo :- is a Yoruba word (a Nigerian Language) for a very small and tiny wild brown Ant that stings.
This poem is a metaphor of what an average poor Nigerian goes through every moments of his life. It is a solidarity call to his plights and his lamentations...a constant reminder to the outright resistance against the unending socio-economic warfare launched by the few political affluent upon the poor masses of our Great Nation called NIGERIA.
We must fight!...fight...fight...and fight!...to the last...
I feel your creative pulse etched in space...profound lyrical flow. Goloba, you rock! More fire, more fire!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mark! I know you would be here and am glad you felt the pulse...but I can't wait to march through your blog brother.
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