BOMBbilee OCTOBER 1ST 2010

BOMBbilee OCTOBER 1ST 2010

they asked us to smile

though our tongues tasted bile.

they choked the throats of our ears

trying to drown our fears

with their sugared songs

which painted their seamless wrongs

their tricks of 20 for 11, promises unmet

in colours that make us forget

that our steaming pots are full with air

that our skins are dried and bare

that the ruts on our roads

mock the rot of dead toads

that our dreams are still asleep

that yesterday was flushed down the drain

that today is a sugared-cane of pain

that tomorow lies beyond our grip

that where we sow they reap

and we forget it all like the pain of sex

smiling when we ought to vex.

Fela said it: suffering in silence

silence in suffering:hope led by pretense

so to the party we all came

the hale, the ill and the lame

clinging to to the frayed rope

that their words bear fruits of hope?


so we heard not the blasting sound

for our ears are long deaf to sounds around

from ages of courting coughing generators

and listening to rowdy legislators.

Did we not come to see the rainbowed lights?

though the dark would have better hid our blights

alas! the baby came afore the pregnancy

as they sought to MEND evil with lunacy

and we saw the lights we had craved

though for a tamer light as some raved

whilst our bowl of shame we shared

and the Eagles chanted in the Square

they lighted up our sunny sky

with an angry Dok Ray Pesii sigh?

restless crumbs of heated ore trampling feet

singing on our street…

our stomach have prayed for meat

how we have prayed for a slaughter

that we might afford the price of laughter

as our Shepherds befuddled with Sake

Zoned away our National Cake

…the slaughter we had

bur rather thanĀ  revel we were sad

blood and brine, flesh and bone

mixed with earth as death’s light shone

stomachs revolting, hearts wilting

for the slaughtered could not be eaten

the feasting bell becomes a mourning knell

thing have fallen apart, the centre cannot hold

mere anarchy is loosed upon the fold

the shit hits the blowing fan

the stench hits the nose of every man

he who points one accusing finger at every whim

has three pointed back at him…

i saw not

i heard not

let no man ask

what is in the flask

i lend not my ears

they have theirs

my lip lies

in the truth of my eyes

18 thoughts on “BOMBbilee OCTOBER 1ST 2010” by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson (@xikay)

  1. What a great work of art! With an even greater theme and tone! The only thing’s that it seemed a bit overstretched and thus got boring in the middle of verse II. And I understand how “Dok Ray Pesii” alludes to Ray Dokpesi but it’s not as cleverly pulled off as the other lines. Verse I is definitely more impressive to me o! *winks*

    1. thank you sir…maybe i overdid it there

  2. Hmmmn.
    King Koboko has taken the words out of my mouth. And then some!

    Really nice work.

  3. I certainly agree with them that this is impressive! I find this poem sad and moving because the masses suffer in a land of plenty, i also see it as beautiful in your use of words to paint the pains of the people. Well done mate.

    1. @afro-prince you can say that again

  4. I hope Nigeria gets better and better.

  5. its just so sad the way we have become de-humanized, killing ourselves with bombs, machettes and guns…well God will guard us.
    PART 2 is on the way titled…. NEW YEAR OF DEATH AND CRACKERS

  6. Em…’Sake’?!?!

    my favorite line is ‘and they choked the throats of our ears’…CLASSIC.


  7. @seun-odukoya, THANKS ‘sake’ is a very strong loca alcohol common with the asian people

  8. Bros…i know what Sake is. I was wondering at why you would choose to use something foreign in a Nigerian setting.

    Hmm. I’m getting a strong impression.

  9. @seun-odukoya i used sake for two reasons 1. the rhyme 2. most of our leaders prefer foreign stuff to our local stuff… schools, hospitals, cars, house decor… every every..especially ALCOHOL

  10. @seun-odukoya, thanks jare… i like it when people ask about a work of art before tearing it apart, thats what shows a real lover of literature

  11. when i wrote this, i thought it had ended, the senseless killing, i guess i was wrong…what with the post-election brouhaha

  12. ‘that today is a sugared-cane of pain’

    I loved this line…

    1. wetin happen to am…i lie?

  13. Well said.. nice rhymes

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