In a house where pots don’t see enough fufu
In a house where plates don’t hold enough sadza
In a house where five fingers rarely glomp enough nshima
Peace and smiles swiftly scamper out via the windows
As misrespect, insults, and violence fast creep in through the door.
A once very loyal wife with words today disrobes her hubby in public
“I’m leaving! Is a man a man if he can’t even appease my small stomach! “
A brother pokes a sharp dagger ‘gainst his blood brother in anger
A taboo fueled by selfishly sold cornfields and the resulting hunger.
The young hearts of the nation jump on crime and prostitution
to put some food on the table
They boxed me, “Would you rather starve to death
with all your virtues or just slightly bend the law?”
And our politicians are busy fighting corruption with fines and prison bars…
Yebo! Skillfully sweeping leaves in a whirlwind again and again.
“An empty bag of meali meal can’t stand upright.” Will we ever learn?
Read – Invocation – A Poem by Lateef Olatunji, Nigeria
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