NAIJA BLOG

You stare at the fallen   in unspeakable grief, and recall   the first steps, the tiny hug, the baby smell   all the little details a mother knows,   beneath the Terebinth tree.   Oh Rizpah, the pleasure of all eyes   the delight of Saul in his prime   what have you become?   Fighting birds of prey and jackals as they stalk the decaying   flesh of your flesh...   Amoni was the quiet one,   Mephibosheth the witty one, who laughed even in sadness   Here they lay eyes agape in unspeakable horror, hung like thieves.   Saul would gather them in the small of his arms,   and they, beauties to behold would giggle in delight   Rizpah, your existence is that of demented reality and excruciating dream in the middle of insanity   The Jackals have come again, aiming to savour the carcasses of your decaying sons,   You  stand weakened by hunger and sorrow, and shoo them away again.   God of Israel, take thi...

 Oh you pale skinned, thin lipped one With the covetous eyes Century after century you stride  Across nations leaving trails of blood and gore  The Congolese paid for your visit with the fractured arms of men, women and children, Africans visited your abode like cattle, sold of and branded  You took off one mask and wore another  Self proclaimed superior  who survived from the teat of Africa and the backs of her children You led and segregated  Stole the lands and looked down  your noses as Africa broke and grew, grew and died, died and knew, knew and now fight, You steely eyed thieves, dripping with lies,  Providing the guns and bullets to brothers who fight and die for you the ghoul to steal their carcasses. Your visit is the visit of the dead