Posted on July 19, 2012





Our fatherland,

Land of false prophets

And distinguished fraudsters

Miracle sellers with varying powers

Heaven’s cashiers with no credentials


A million societies with a billion little leaders

All with a Jupiter size ego

And a direct link to Senegal or Mali

Or any other places where their Allah lives.

You will know them when you see them,


In their oversize regalia

Walking as if the earth will crack

Adding decades to their age

Carrying themselves with predictable arrogance

Spitting out meaningless pontifications





Twisting the messages of divine Ayats

Concocting false Hadiths and stupid stories

Justifying absurdities with impunity

Dancing to their tuneless song of shame



Monopolizing our tainted air waves

Hijacking our disarray thought process

Desecrating everything along the way

Little filthy bastards


Who award themselves unknown titles

Along with several line crazy appellation,

While adding more solutes to our hypertonic solution

Plucking our budding flowers with their scary hands

Claiming holy communion and inspired fornication!


Not done!

Gleefully playing side kicks to our thieving thugs

Procuring exotic cars and choice mansions

Extorting the poor and stealing from God,

Cursing dissents, killing rivals


If you meet them

On the streets of Kano or in the compounds of Ilorin

Along the highways of Lagos or swamps of Port Harcourt

Do pick up a stone and haul it at their ugly faces


Despicable beings;

Deserving of a life in Kiri Kiri

Amidst people of the same ilk,

Those who deliberately stepped on our faces

And milked to death our starved cows

Without remorse or apology

An inglorious end they will all meet





 Earlier published on and reproduced here for archival purposes.


Posted in: Poetry, Religions