LISTEN NIGERIA


Once again, we are on the runway – threading with mixed

Zeal through the blustery lane of segmentation;

Set to bear opaque witness to the sectionalized

Process of fetid national representation.

The virulent goons are studiously converging –

Canvassing vehemently for the solid fold

Of the foot-matted objects – with the deep-seated

Gold pot, strung securely to the multifarious

Fabric of not-to-be-executed constructions.

As expected, many ‘lackers’ have easily veered

Off the clean course – choosing to remain the puppets.

The rest hangs, confused, at the cross-road of indecision.

Our ‘army of truth’ is slowly been depleted by the

Spot-aimed, honey-dipped, bullets of conversion.

It’s time to brashly tune up our vocal strings – tightly

Bolting our inimitable nuts – for the sake of our

Beloved Republic – for the survival of our ‘Only’ Home.

The much-awaited revolution must begin – without a blink – now!

A revolution that begins with you!


Good luck Nigeria!







HARMATTAN



Rising just too early;

Like a cold and thick broom,

It sweeps across angrily

At my unprotected feet.




An icy feel; an onrushing sound;

A white slap to my face.

Its unmerciful hands,

Cold, just too cold!




Out in the 'mean' open,

It moves recklessly;

A blinding dust,

Riding on nature’s wheel.




Icicles in my nostrils,

And foam on my tongue,

As I succumbed to the cold embrace

Of the harmattan haze.





Iyke Igwe
07030914532
igwesm@yahoo.com