31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 13- NEW NIGERIA- by Obii



They want our blood
My blood
Your blood
For red carpets and proverbial footstools
They want sacrifices for a better Nigeria
Well…
I officially declare myself unavailable for messy revolutions
And blind follower-ship
That make the NTA 9 0’clock news
And  no difference the morning after
I sit in primary 4 blue learning the names of past leaders
And how coup on coup
Gave us the leaders we couldn't give ourselves
So the gentlemen of the press
 not so gently
wrote their way into prison bars and public lashings
heroes bleeding more than ink
well, Nigeria didn't need heroes
didn't want them
couldn't fight for them
couldn't feed them
journalists fighting a war that would be
credited in history classrooms and no where else
I too was a child in prep school
And Mrs. Eze didn't realize I would one day count bodies
She was teaching me to count oranges boxes mangoes balls!
So imagine my surprise
When bodies replaced fruit
When those boxes had names, they called them caskets
And my fingers stopped being enough
1.5 million Lives lost to starvation
1000 die in panic  
The massacre of 200 civilians in Benue
An on-going war we couldn't understand
Couldn't contain
Though tribe and tongue may differ in murder-hood we fall
Retaliating a consciousness that wasn't in our independence
Tenets of journalism buried under stacks and stacks of brown envelopes
No
No
No
Can we a have a re-think?
They won’t do it in my blood
Certainly not in my name
The one time we had a choice
The one time we had a plan- free and fair
It was as if God was in on a private joke when he looked down on us and said 
“Goodluck”
















Obii Ifejika is an artist and an art lover. She made her debut in Spoken word at the maiden edition of Bassey Ikpi's Naija Poetry Slam when she was crowned Champion in October 2012. She has performed in major poetry events in Lagos and Calabar, Nigeria. She works as a copywriter, and in April 2013, she was recognized for her work with The Cannes Young Lions Award for Design (Nigeria). She also ventures in Film and photography. She tweets @OBiDARAPHX, and you can link her facebooks via The OBII Ifejika page.

Comments

  1. Now that's powerful, graphic and grotesque... Master!

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  2. Come on gurl...now this is poetry with a message..the kind I like to read. Poetry is not always about putting words down in lines...i like my poetry to be purposeful, like this one.

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    1. i agree with you on purposeful poetry. thanks for reading.

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  3. APPRECIATION TO THE EGC REPUBLIC!

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    1. On behalf of EGC, I say Thank you for being a part of this event Obii. Indeed, you are a Master in the art of weaving words 'as though it were a sword'.

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  4. I felt the emotion in every line! This is poetry!!!

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  6. sounds of hope birth the clamor for revolutions in all ages and at all territories- ask the french and the Yankees! the stars spangled banner was not stringed through siting still and continue to wish. and its also true that the generations yet to born will be grateful for the hard-works of the valiant souls
    - jus thinking :)

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  7. Thank you Amada Ray for the link.

    Great piece...

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