Poetry from Olaseni Kehinde Precious

ABOUT THE WRITER

Olaseni Kehinde Precious was born in Akure, Ondo State, Nigeria. She writes from Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria. She believes the world is too complex for the pen to remain idle and influence people with her creative works.

WORK TITLE: “To my fellow Nigerians”

To our future leaders,

Who starve their eyes of sleep, striving repaciously for bread on the laptop screen till the day bleed to nightfall

Those Whose hearts have become a jungle, revenging for the sufferings of our forefathers they say

They pluck beautiful apples planted by unknown farmers in another man’s land

Help me tell them, they are writing a tragic story for our land’s tomorrow.

To our future leaders,

With dark hearts and glowing skins

Whose in between their legs have become abode of evil men

Men in the high tables do not build a space for corporate wear they say

Help me tell them, to stop campaigning for the ruin of our noble land.

To our fathers,

Whose hearts are darker than darkness

They take  silver from their brother’s pocket and deposit stone; they carpeted their saliva with a deceiving tongue

Help me tell them that their grey hair glitters the danger of our land.

To our mothers,

Who flood nairas tactically from our fathers pocket

They empty the pot with their lying tongue; saying men on the high tables wine and dine with looted bread.

Help me tell them, they sit together with those men of ruthless practices.

WRITTEN BY: Olaseni Kehinde Precious

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