Monday 5 September 2022

Yenegoa, Bayelsa by Oletu Oghenenyore C.

YENEGOA, BAYELSA
[for the marginalized lands in the Core Delta basin:
Delta, Bayelsa and Rivers State 
Plus some parts of Ondo and Akwa Ibom states)]

Yenegoa,
What a magnificent city
In the Delta Creek 
Wetland with divine flora and fauna
Headquarter of the cashflow 
Milking asphalt from the Core Delta 

I remember admiring you yesterday
While the stars line the night sky 
With light powered by the gas turbine
Crawling from Igbogene border 
To the shoreline of Swali
Beautifully engineered with high roads 
And low houses plus monkey bridges 
Connecting the hinter streets

Today, much have changed
With the scale still reading to the minus
Who would have tell
That with twenty-six years of history
You will still stand gallant but in bewildered darkness 
Cos your sons preferred the artificial turfs in Abuja
To your natural mysteries
That a hundred years of studies can't unearth

No skyscrapers and scenic view yet
Except the Tower of Babel at Berger junction 
Plus debris loitering hereto and there
You ought to be by now a proud maiden 
Gunning for Miss World Contest, cities categories
With Osaka and Geneva’s and Shanghai 
Yet you miss out on the head-to-head drill
With Lagos and Abuja whose dead bodies 
Were revivied with your vomit

Yvzour sons trek in foreign lands
Like slave riders to send home some dollars
Yet on paper you boast as the highest recipient 
Of the Federal allocation lot

Oh Boro!
May your labour not be in vain

©® Nyore Note

Oletu Oghenenyore
Oletu Oghenenyore C. (pen-name: Nyore Note) is a content creator, storyteller, aluminium fabricator, rebel-poet and activist whose content resonates with the everyday happening around him. He’s from Delta State but based in the Creek area of Southern Nigeria. His works have appeared in many anthologies and online journals like ArtingArena, Poemify, The Yellow House Library, Williwash, etc. He can be reached via Facebook, Twitter and Instagram @NyoreNote @Oletu Oghenenyore.

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