Literally, the easiest thing in Nigeria of today is to write about the myriad of ills persistently afflicting the nation. Presently, the Baga Massacre, the Nassarawa-Eggon Bloodshed; and Asari-Dokubo’s Interview are events that would make you lose total hope in Nigeria, Humans, or Life in general. These events have been megaphoned in the Traditional Media and analysed cum dissected on Cyberspace; bringing it up again would be like flogging a dead horse.
But should I just pretend these didn’t happen and go ahead writing about other funny stuffs in a funny way? I decided not to ignore this festering wound, but to approach it from another angle. Hope you enjoy my poem.
THE HORSETAIL
A road paved with thorns and hedged with nettles.
An empty barrel full of if-onlys.
Life is a terrible bully.
An ogre fond of devastation and destruction.
A basilisk eager to cause cries and despair.
A devil beating, battering, and bruising.
Life is a lengthy sad drama
Staged by a reluctant cast
Of which happiness is just an interlude
But never the essence.
Life, become anything you wish to:
An abyss, a dungeon or even hell,
Or worse still Dante’s inferno.
But just one thing We am sure of:
As the Horsetail is cut out for Honour;
So are We destined for Greatness.
Thank You!
God Bless Us All!!
See You Next Time!!!
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