Whores on Crutches

Whores on Crutches

I’m still alive but barely breathing
I see the end of each day though I’m not living
A place to dump the rejected
For I am the last accepted
I pray to a God I barely believe in
With hope to get his attention with my sins
I am told I am the giant
But this to me is a rant
I am the promise unfulfilled
A potential untapped
My kids in a race to get out
For their souls and passions are all but sold out
I am devoured by their greed
To get attention I breed their seed
I have developed their negativity to perfection
My positive sent to oblivion beyond redemption
Everyone ready for a dollar
As souls are priced in naira
I have accepted everything advertised
Education, religion, politics – too many to be listed
I have accepted the brand without understanding the concept
Division among brethren – a growing bill of unsettled debt
I ran with the vision
Though I knew not the mission
I give my kids a promise for a better tomorrow
Though I know not how to navigate today’s sorrow
My constitution is foreign as my tradition is relegated
My concept of right and wrong is imported
They got a black president
So I got a president from minority to take charge of the resident
They got an indigenous football coach
I got us one too for a coach
They got democracy so I got something close
They have education so I built roaches
I copy all they do and even aim to make it better
Though I know not what it means I follow their words to the letter
They are called Britons, Canadians, Americans
And we are Nigerians
Looking back I know not who I am
For in accepting everything given I have lost contact with who I am
We were Africa;
And I was Nigeria
Now I am just dark skinned with no nationality
I have taken everything and lost my identity
My food is gone, my culture is lost
My music changed, my beliefs trampled
I am nothing but a whore accepting everything new or strange
This trade has left me crutches for my image in the mirror is strange



2 thoughts on “Whores on Crutches” by Ogbole Samson (@ogbolesamson)

  1. I love this heartfelt rendering of innermost feelings and thoughts. The poem speaks of the loss of identity and the need to create one’s identity.

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