Nigeria, the anus of the world

A country that celebrates the old and crucifies the young

Yet the educated and strong will die on their matter

For a bottle of hero

Voting for elders whose love for them and compassion is zero

In my neighbourhood It's so quiet.

Just the blaring horns of cars and tricycles trying to go about their business

Here we don't care, we don't bother voting

I read the story of the young boy that went to cast his vote

He ended up dying, sacrificed like a goat

The cost of one old man's presidential bid

Is the life of a promising and vibrant future of tomorrow, sad indeed

But how can the future lead when the past keeps cutting off its head

It feels like borrowed peace. The kind that will soon be collected probably for a loaf of bread

Somewhere on the mainland where I stay, our peace is made up, it will soon wear off

Maybe with the coming rainfall, it will wash away the fake life

And reveal the real Nigeria, like the face of the woman you carried last night from the club

Without makeup and wig, ugly like corruption

So my joy is shortlived, like a bad sex

I know, like the penis of an old man, withered and beaten with age, it won't last forever

So I plunge ahead, deep and dark, with tears welling inside

Walking with my head up, shoulders squared, I listen to the street as it cries of poverty and death

Hiding my head in social media, I'm comforted with jokes and celebrities gossip

Let the poor remain poor in their misery

Let the rich stay rich in their luxury

But what do I know, I'm just a writer, writing my thoughts

So I picture my country, bent down doggy style

While the whole world laughs, scorns, spits and take their turn

Nigeria, the anus of the world

Little wonder we keep producing shit, and smearing it on our head


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