FOR EVERY SUFFERING; A BILLION MADE

For every blackout; a billion made

For every darkness a bullion van

Always wondering, why the contentment with our present state

Men in a mask – politicos, importers of the noise engine causing us a headache

For every dilapidated school; a billion made

Invisible hands causing the deepest quakes

For every salary not paid; a billion made

Authoritarian hands multiplying the masses pain

For every collapsed building; a billion made

Men who threw the integrity test sheet away

Now the walls cracked; not only was the foundation faulty:

But some Men failed

For every pond on the expressway; a billion made

For every pit on our highway; some men got paid

So many have somersaulted, but some has gained

Oh the hydra-headed monster with tail soiling our fabric with stain

How many billion more is worth the pain?

How many men are still queued for the gain?

Know that such gain throws millions into pain

Is our life really for the billions or for the people’s mandate?

Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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MY FATHER

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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