All posts by Idiong Divine

I be a hybrid of quondam, benevolence and offing.
The Shakeup

The Shakeup

The phenomena in my country In recent times, like aphrodisiacs, Are jerking my quills With erection to wind another yarn. My paper lays bare On my night bed Like a waiting bride on her first night, And I will write Yet another tabloid On fantastic corruption in Nigeria again. Can we ever gather together Without … Continue reading The Shakeup

Power Failure

Power Failure

The most apt metaphor to describe My beautiful country, Nigeria, is darkness. Black is beautiful, as our complexions are dark. It is so dark in here because there is no light. It is the kind of darkness that defies court orders; It will break the laws of Physics or any other law. Decades ago, because … Continue reading Power Failure

We Are in a Country

We are in a country Where poetry or rhetoric does not matter. What matters really is flattery. Sycophancy! So my people are now like: Any-government-in-power; Anywhere-belly-face Because what really matters now Are the things that don’t matter at all. Yet they say, Power belongs to the people. We are in a country Where the armed … Continue reading We Are in a Country