Justice has been kidnapped in my country and nobody’s willing to pay her ransom
She was absent at the tribunal when the verdict was given,
So the marauders were declared winners, even though we know the votes were phantom.
Chaos convulses the land, we’re on the verge of catastrophe, the tranquility’s been shattered,
We can’t even piece together the peace,
Justice has been kidnapped somebody please call the police!
But my friends mock my naiveté
Poets that they are, they blaspheme,
Claiming the patriotic men in uniform are part of the conspiracy.
Justice has been kidnapped in my country and nobody’s willing to pay her ransom
When was she last seen? Errrr, I can’t remember.
She was missing in the years of IBB when Dele Giwa was blown to pieces,
She was absent when Abacha reigned and Justice Auta hit the gavel, SaroWiwa was hung,
To hell with the critics.
Justice has been missing in my country for so long,
The 4th republic gave us a made-up version of her
But she was promiscuous and so wrong,
Worst of all she could see.
Distinguishing between foes and friends of the government ,
Working through the hands of the EFCC.
Which reminds me,
NuhuRibadu was acclaimed her champion, that dispensation’s faithful man.
Until wiki leaked, and we heard him sing like a canary,
Humming a different tune before the Americans.

In fact, Justice has missing since the 1st republic when Awo was thrown in prison for treason,
Since the soil in Oloibiri bled oil,
And the windfall from the boom accentuated our division.
Believe now
Justice has been lost since Nigeria was found.
A friend said he saw her at Mile 12, lately
When a pick pocket was mobbed and set ablaze, maybe
That was Justice, but I’m still not sure,
Cos I see sticky manipulated politicians and officials roaming free, even on TV,
sitting in the assembly were they make laws.
Justice come home we miss you,
Justice come back we need you,
Justice we weep for everyday,
Even the Church can’t remember what you look like
Though for you they fast and pray.

Activists and youths
Tweet, blog, even march on the streets in protest for you,
But I don’t trust them, cos while their leaders get famous
I still don’t see Justice free amongst us.
I wrote a poem for you Justice,
But I fear that’s the best I’m willing to do. I guess I’m just as guilty.
Just as complicit as the politicians and Judges, the police and all of civil society,
Who speak like they love you, but won’t dare to bleed
To see you freed.
Justice has been kidnapped in my country
And for her freedom we’re not willing to pay the cost
But until she’s found
We, my people, will be lost
Justice has been kidnapped in my country
And nobody, not even you, is willing to pay her ransom.

Widely regarded as one of Nigeria’s leading Spoken Word Poets, Efe Paul Azino has been a headline performer in many of the nation’s performance poetry venues such as Anthill 2.0,Taruwa, Chill n Relax, Word-up, and his own show called Unchained Voices. For over a decade, Efe has continued to deliver Spoken Word Poetry locally and internationally, gracing platforms at seminars, workshops, conferences, tertiary institutions, community development fora, as well as churches. He is one of the organizers of 100 Thousand Poets for Change in Nigeria.
    Reflecting the sufferings evident in numerous African societies and the hope that keeps them going, Efe Paul’s poems resonate with the high and the low, cutting across social and religious boundaries. His poems are centered on socio-economic and political themes and are enhanced by a strong voice, keeping his audiences entranced for the full length of his performances. 


  1. Thumbs Up Bro!....
    At least Ur ink is bleeding
    For Justice


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