How can a tressure above the sky
Lie only at windows to spy
With pressure she hides under her smile
And they call her the apple of God’s eye?
Yes the economy is now an enemy
That terrorise us in our own country
Added to the fact that we are hungry.
Knowledge is now an allegiance you pledge
On your honour but her clamour makes you Belch
She is downtrodden with the golden shoe
That ignorance wears with arrogance
Great knowledge has no place to work
So the economy is wasted and infected.
OK! Tell the ministries
To close down all admission entries
So we all will retire to our eateries
Awaiting the dignitaries that will
Will connect us with great opportunities!
Allow me to speak and pick
For pick milk is now thick in my teeth
Allow me I say Allow me
How much did you pay
Only to lay your head
On the nursery bed
Yes how much in primary school
Without stool without epistle
You shake off sweat and tired spittle…
Listen that we were optimistic
With things so pessimistic
Wrote the relic ink
And not bordered that it was mystic.
With coats of many colours
Pride and our bones were dried
Using money that would
Flesh the stomach
To leave mark on the pen and paper
since nursery from rank to rank.
It does not end there
Like spear in the heart of a dear bear
Where we sat for a test called Jamb
It jamed us so much like jam jam game
Jamb jam some two times
Some three some four
Some you no fit count the times
You now wondering our committed crimes…
But at the end it became a thrilling thread
Our friends smiled and celebrated our trend.
Now that you carry handouts than you carry garri
Hoping that at the end
You will get a good job and marry;
Every man wants to have is own family
Like Lilly of the valley,rainy and sunny
But the offices are so thorny
They tell you it has been filled
It has been killed
By those who slept
While you wept
Inept against the odds
Of where your books are kept.
Since knowledge is only a pledge
To be recited like national pledge
That taste sweet when sung
To harvest many Sauls
Than it did many Pauls
Then the economy will dwindle
Because knowledge has no place to work.
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You think I am shouting?
I will continue to shout
At the top of my voice
To pool the wool
From our nation’s ear
So her ears begins to hear
Or ourselves we will tear…
They say before the sun ray
That your aptitude is your attitude
And the space of latitude
Will be great if you are good…
YES! I am good
In my art very good
Tell them I say we are good
But on our table we can not find food.
Listen,how can you act without a stage
Only when your stage is a mad man’s act…
It sounds so funny
But na the truth be that ooo.
You organise a show
Audience crucify you
For tagging a fee on the gate
Some are KATE,FAITH, JANET,BRIDGET
Who were late to my hate.
You invite they that are on your
They tell you to wait a bit for there is heat
They tell you they busy with papers they not account
Drama is not my thing they tell you…
After investing everything,you end up with nothing.
Or it’s it music
That repays you to be sick
With eulogies and accolades:
SAMMAX,RBEE,YCHINZ,BEE JAY DE BOSS
Why and how do you want them
To coin their knowledge into?
when no matter how hard they work
Their knowledge is just Idle…
Stop stealing the rhythm of their skills
WHEN WILL YOU START DROPPING THE BOX IN THE POCKET OF BEE JAY DE BOSS?
Or call them vocal spirituals:
To heal BUHARI with their voices.
He his a painter
You stir his pain
Because you only steel
His paintings for a lovely profile pix.
If he,with pain,paints your face in a frame
With time,you only remind him
How beautifully ugly you are
With the handsome DE’ WO WO.
How life and act are not in themselves anymore,
No act in life and no life in act…
How then will he get married
And have his own babies?
How will he buy a pet dog without rabies?
So mum and children shall say
Dad,you are carried.
Do not look at me that way
But I won’t talk too much
About my prayer in my room and church
I will only check my porch-wristwatch
If it is dark Alack!
I have thief man’s touch
For our economy is infected
Because great knowledge has no place to work…
Only at the dungeon and dirge!
Your knowledge,my knowledge, our knowledge is idle!
#SAY NO TO IDLE KNOWLEDGE.
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