CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 4)

CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 4)

NOT MY CUP OF TEA by  John Chizoba Vincent

If they like let petrol be one
thousand Naira at the station,
It is not my business, not at all
I will still have my tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.

If they like let them not find
The hungry budget paper,
It is not my business, not at all
I will still have my tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.

If they like let them create a million
Jobs in the inland and the mainland,
It is not my business, not at all, brother
As far as they do not take my cup of tea
I will still live and drink with Agege bread.

If they like let them feed school children
One square meal per day in their hungry state,
Sister, it is not my business to know
I will still have my cup of tea, sweet as breast milk
Every morning with Agege bread to water down.

If they like let them fight over the country,
Let them embezzle all the money here, leaving
The poor with nothing to write home about,
It is not my business anyway with them
I will still have my beautiful tea taken daily.

If they like let PMB travel all over the world
It is not my business with them at all here,
I will still make my tea in a brownish colour
As far as my cup of tea is not taken from me
I will be as happy as the puppy in my world.

If they like let them find the Chibok
girls in Sambisa forest with children,
it is not my business to know at all
I will still have my cup of tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.

If they like let them repair the roads,
If they like let them bring light to us,
If they like let them stock all the money
Abroad, it is not my business to question them
I will still have my cup of tea taken daily.

I will only react when my cup is taken;
When my cup is taken from my mouth.
So long they don’t take my cup of tea
From my savouring hungry mouth, I will be fine,

let madness rule and ruin them all fool.

John Chizoba Vincent is a poet, novelist, actor and film director. He is from Abia state, Nigeria. He has four published books to his credit which include: Hard times, Goodmama, Letter from Home and The chicken Revolts. He is a dynamic writer who dreams to live a legacy through creativity.

 

 

 

 

ELLIPSIS by Ojo Taiye

 

home is the beginning of silence

a portion where papa’s tongue breaks into water

drowning songs of cicadas

throttling whistle of birds

we are orphaned seashells

far from claiming hands

that fall from the sky

the dead live their memories with

living ghouls

who sleep-walk into red hills

 

Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with the society.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE ABUNDANCE OF RAIN by Obaseki Fidelis
in the abundance of rain
we thirst for rain
searching for rotten debris
in a cloudy sky

in the abundance of rain
wagons of penury
striking through our umbilical cord
eating our intestines
chewing our liver
scraping kidneys of wealth

in the abundance of rain
ships of hardship
sucking affluence
plucking apple from shop rites
to the ghost of Sani Abacha

in the abundance of rain
leadership steals
brainwashing our tenacity
to the vultures of stupidity

in the abundance of rain
i see no rain

 

Obaseki Fidelis writes from Minna, Niger State. He is a poet, a spoken word artist and an activist. He has been featured in some publications including Anthology for Teen Writers, Outpour Magazine and others.  He is a member of the Hill Top Art Centre in Minna.