I, Am

I too, am a Nigerian.

A night came when these men 

who get to fat chairs of power 

asked me to learn begging for lumps 

They said; go feed on crumbs 

that escaped our fat tongues 

but I did not make my argue; 

I only laughed so wide on Blues 

till my teeth all feel to the hues 

and tears washing their shining shoes 

I will learn to eat and live so small 

till I master the good and simple life 

they will be surprised and ask me how 

but I will lie to their long ears and big eyes; 

I will not tell how fat my good health had grown 

when they have nothing to boast of with again 

But when they have lost their peace gambling to live 

then I will sit from my stitched roof; to watch 

with crickets and sparrows will I gossip their fall 

for their days will see no cool breeze 

but like beehives shall we empty their ease