XENOPHOBIA – BARBECUED NIGERIANS!
MAY-DAY! MAY-DAY!!!
Africa my Africa!
Fallen brothers!
They sailed, suffered, and endured,
Fought for each other,
Had each other’s backs!
Never was there strife, nor hate, nor scorn!
But there came a time in their lives
When the sword with which they fought battles,
One picked and used on the other!
‘We are one’…, thus goes the song!
We are brothers, so we thought!
Nigerians like thrash are thrown down from cliffs
How has the high and mighty fallen!
Artists beefing,
Naija screaming,
Women wailing,
Bare breast cursing!
My children are there!
My brothers hustling,
My sisters gasping for breath,
Struggling for survival,
But these cannibals slaughtering,
Police standing-by, grinning end to end;
Matchet rising, Blood dripping.
Oh my!
Oh! My poor Nigerians!
Pouring down like raindrops from rooftops!
No Mercy!
Show them none! Thus they clamor!
Forgetting the reverberating effect.
Us Fighting us? How can we?
Alive and in pains,
Thorn in my flesh!
Like plantains, we are roasted!
Poor barbecued Nigerians!
How helpless have we become?
Return to your country, Return!
We are done!
Sending her brothers to hell!
The hell where both shall meet, to part no more!
In grieve and in rage,
Nigerians retaliate!
MTN must leave, no longer “Everywhere she goes”,
No! Not when Nigerian carcasses are everywhere in your mother country – S.A
We used to Live it, and Love it!
But no longer shall we.
Because we mourn,
DSTV too shall RETURN!
And the glee in Zee-World, be withdrawn!
Shoprite in flames,
Shop-right – now left,
Now shopping gone ‘WRONG’!
Hoodlums looting,
Police shooting,
Who are they killing?
More Nigerians,
More dead bodies!
Wrapped in the pain of our decimated brothers,
We have resolved to eliminate everything South African!
An eye for an eye!
But this time we losing both eyes!
We fighting the wrong war!
This isn’t what we bargained for.
We’ve done nothing wrong,
Begotten from one African womb, remember?
Wake up, Mandela! This isn’t what you died for.
Never has it been heard that violence cancels violence.
No! It multiplies.
Blood! Blood! Blood Everywhere!
The South Africans have made a pool of Nigerian blood,
And now, they’re swimming in the cold blood,
The blood of their blood!
The government have their hands tied,
Watching them die!
Squad crawling,
Saying nothing,
Dead bodies multiplying,
Barbecued humans!
Nigerians in retaliation,
Demonstrating a self genocidal antics,
Destroying domicile franchise,
Only to rob your fellow compatriot of his daily bread!
Our very own ‘Hari, keeps folding;
Legs crossed,
Hands cuffed,
Snail crawling!
How many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
How many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending that he just doesn’t see?
We destroy ourselves,
Lions fighting Lions!
Wole Soyinka in his grey hairs said,
I never forget his words:
…”The man dies, who keeps silent in the face of OPPRESSION!”
STOP XENOPHOBIA NOW!!!
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Progress Oberiko
I am a people-centered Writer and Storyteller with over 12 years experience. I curate stories, articles and essays using lived experiences.
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