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WHERE IS OUR MEAL SCHEDULE?



WHERE IS OUR MEAL SCHEDULE?
(A NIGERIAN OUTCRY)
By
Bolaji Olaniba


Kunle’s mum has just finished warming yesterday’s stew for today’s session.
Cassava meal with Okro stew in the morning, fried Cassava flakes with ground nut in the
Afternoon, starch and melon stew in the evening

The economy is in recession!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow, maybe they will make do with boiled cassava and some stew turned concoction.
Tell me where out of this impoverishment can we make a meal schedule?

Mr. freeman the chairman, with his stocked up refrigerator
Scooping off gains from the sweat of the people
His family eats till they’re full
Never warming yesterday’s stew
His meal schedule is so accurate they never miss it all through

But we, where is our meal schedule?
I mean that of the common man
Who wakes up daily and munches upon whatever the day submits
His situation has now required Him to even skip some meals

While madam Alison has built herself a couple of mansions almost bigger than some nations
Folu’s Dad; the Hard working Welder, competes for space with his children,
In his one and only room, turn room and parlor.

They say these days things are so tight,
But Mr. A steals a billion naira taxpayers’ fund
And it seems right.

How beautiful is that advert on TV craving our indulgence to balanced diet
In a Nation where rats roams the store house and the cats keeps still and quite.
We all want a consistent taste of this good diet
Hence I pray to GOD to help us
While we stay quiet
As we seek the days of meal schedule in every home.

@Bolaji Olaniba 2017




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