27 May 2009 |
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How could I watch them destroy my future? My spirit has departed me My heart sickened Piteously I mourned Mourned the weary step of my parents Who bribed the crooks at ‘special centers’ for me to pass my WEAC and JAMB Give me their hands I want to touch their cold heart Put off the lights I want to see their dark faces Give me a kiss I want to feel your dry lips Take me to the pastor I heard he has the key to my future Who really am I? I am a Nigerian child The lonely fish in a dry land The hunter’s dog that has suddenly gone mad Put off the light And let’s dance to their familiar tune From the broken drums Under the dark and rainless skies Just put off the light
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