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WHY TEAR YOUR DECENCY?















OMOLUABI; that was the call! From granny
But when Ade and Tola came forth; the atmosphere became funny

Fascinated at the new state of affairs
Trying to extract meaning from the current disorderliness

Like a deliberated scratch on a smooth panel
Or a blockade to a free flowing channel

The hands of the young that tears his own decency in our land of sanity
What’s his claim; He wants some public popularity
It’s all around and has gained some normality

She chants; Excuse me!! But their nothing wrong with the style
And for your info; this is our own time; our clime!
Moreover; stars roll with this same attire


I wouldn’t have focused a lot of attention;
Except for the fact that you are transcending back in time

In times when men wore rags and they hoped for decent shirts and Skirts
But with their knowledge of you; they can’t help but shed tears
As you have chosen to follow the bandwagon of those embracing backwardness.

I wouldn’t have focused a lot of attention here
Except for the fact that; thou might be mistaken for mr/mrs Luna; the lad that rolls tyre unconsciously around the street and market corner

Have thou now chosen to sacrifice thy decency for turning the new to rags,
Because they told you that’s the hot way to show style

Recollect that there is something called sensibility
You could judge with common sense, or consider our cultural identity;
Manners, respect, decency, integrity; virtues you should sacrifice for
Push yourself to see who you really are
Cancel the bandwagon effect of following the popular trail
Journey without an end or destination, may land your back on the ground

Re - focus thy thoughts; on correctness, for our society does not need rag wearers to fill in decent positions
Lest the fabric of our society turns to rag
I believe if you have been wrong, you find your way back home
You’ve simply been trailing another man’s steps to a destination he himself does not know

Never too late; rearrange thy decency!  Be proud of it!! Protect it!!!




@ Bolaji Olaniba (2018)







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