No no no!
Don't look at me that way
Do you think I enjoy the straining at my back as I bend to pick the beautiful rags my small bills can purchase.
Do you think my fine black back enjoy kissing the hot rays of this merciless African sun.
Oh! You spit in disgust.
Please do wipe away the strand of spittle on your ajebota lips. If I was not a victim of this political jagaban, I would be soaring the sky caressing my intestines with the best wine. Or is not what you and your politician daddy do?
I would be wearing designer clothes, ones I won't embark on a World War to purchase.
You are laughing now.
If not that I am the proverbial bent crayfish, I would not scramble for the best of the worst in this hive.
So do not blame me.
Let people like you and your politician daddy watch on as I "bend down" to "select" my clothing.
Watch me as I struggle to feed.
Watch me as I buy the little kerosene I can to power my lantern cause NEPA has refuse to bring light and buying fuel is now suicidal due to the price.
Watch me as I work tirelessly for people like you and your politician daddy and still not receiving my wages in due time. Or is the labourer not worthy of his wages anymore?
You are quiet now.
Tell your politician daddy to tell his people to hear our cry. We want transformation! We don't want to kill our body to nourish our soul! We don't want to be Fela's suffering and smiling congregation! We want to be the Giant of Africa again!!
Above all I never want to "bend down select again"!
By Oro Ewoma Great.
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