With limbs half limp and a vacant gaze
She plods through the months and hazy days
Some hail her as Africa’s Giant
But she bears herself like a hapless ant
Blessed with sunshine and abundant rain
She blights her people with needless pain
Their boundless strength she converts to curse
Their bus to bliss becomes a hearse
While others make, they prefer to fake
The sweat-fruit of others they take and take
Insatiable consumers of foreign goods
A land long lost in subservient woods
The best of her brains desert in droves
This land of paupers and princely rogues
Who fritter our flairs and drain our dreams
With their fell designs and venal schemes
A land so blessed but so betrayed
She leaves the world ever so dismayed
Big-for-Nothing is her middle name
An Open Sore and a Continent’s shame
But Hope’s wide door is never shut
Its kernel is hard as a seasoned nut
The Sleeping Giant may yet awake
When her folks rid themselves of their mindless ache
NIYI OSUNDARE
Niyi Osundare was born in 1947 in Ikere-Ekiti, Nigeria. He is a prolific writer and highly valued literary critic. In December 2014, Osundare was awarded the Nigerian National Merit Award (NNMA) for academic excellence.
No comments:
Post a Comment