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Between The Vulture and The Kite - A Love Letter to Nigeria
Things have fallen apart and lips not parted in alarm and disgust are unclean lips
Those who defecate at night see ghost grasshopper
But Baba and his boy are still dancing naked in the sun
Vomiting incoherent and distorted jargons
Where is the ghost grasshopper?
Rev. King set ablaze one, just one of his faithfuls
And we all cried foul, crucify him, crucify him
Yet, thousands had gone from pipeline explosions
Due to the financial recklessness of the vultures
Who will know better the evils of witchcraft
Than the woman who lost a child to the evil spirit?
Unspoken blame the mouth
Unheard, blame the ear
To take the entire head of the palm nut is stealing
In the twilight,
Are we to conclude that our hay days were full of integrity?
I doubt
The fly follows the person that is carrying a smelly stuff
Nigerians are flies
Just look at Baba and his boy?
Then look at Pat Utomi.
I thought the vulture and the kite do not scramble for food?
The vulture is a scavenger
And the kite a predator
Between Baba and his boy
Who is the kite and who is the predator?
I dont think it maters anyway
When next I fall in love,
It has to be with Nigeria - my beloved country
Where else could things be better?
When the fowl farts,
The ground becomes a nuisance
What happens when two smelly fowls are defecating in the public?
When something greater than the cricket enters its hole.
It takes off
Happy Valentine Nigeria

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Posted by Robot| 14.02.2007 04:04