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MY LAGOS OF GOOD PEOPLE

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A couple of weeks ago a Yahoo joke of a travel reporter wrote an article and labelled Lagos the worst city in the world. I prayed to meet him, take him round Lagos and give him a good beating afterwards. Anyway, I've been robbed once in my house since moving to Lagos and I've been accosted by pick pockets too. But I have also met very good people in this congested city that I love to hate. Today, I went to claim my goods at Alagomeji, Yaba and I saw another example of Lagos kindness. A blind man was finding it hard to cross to my side of the busy road – no zebra crossing or traffic warden. I planned to cross over after taking a picture for my #CandidLAGOS blog (www.candilagos.tumblr.com). Just then, this woman, a Muslim by appearance, took him by his hand and guided him across even as some foolish people drove around (see the okada?). I took a picture and thanked her wordlessly when they crossed over. That was not all, she asked him of his destination an

OUR SHEEP BLEATS

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our sheep bleats to the tune of dogs and comfortably eats from the plate of hogs he chews words 'patriot', he mouths to delight terror lords who once snuffed mouths Jona is now Esau we are his birthright sold in a game of seesaw to them that snuffed our right

LOVE IS WORTH THE TROUBLE

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CRAWL under, jump! Obstacles must yield RUN after the one for whom you long STAND, fight on love’s battlefield FALL in love while still young a wizened heart is too cynical to love injured? CRAWL! come on, RUN! again, STAND if you FALL love is worth the trouble

DO YOU KNOW THE POWERS INSIDE?

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you don't know the powers inside as you fail they weep the powers inside don't know you they weep as you fail you can use the powers inside there is still time the powers inside can use you time is still there

WOMAN: PERPETUALLY INFERIOR BY CHOICE

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Sometimes, I wonder: “by what design were women made socially inferior to the males?” I ask this because when you look back through the windows of history, you realise that women have never at any point in time been socially irrelevant. Yet, they have been beaten — physically, mentally and culturally, into a masculine mould that seems to have over the years become a second skin. Consider the typical African setting, you’d find women are the ones holding down the families — 'sexing' the men, birthing the babies, the nursing both father and baby(ies) while still doing the kitchen work. Add all the above to the fact that women are natural farm hands, or at least are responsible for the growing of kitchen herbs … then help me ponder my opener again. When the man abdicates his head-of-the-family responsibilities, most women try to get a life for their children (I'm a living testimony and many young people will agree). Even when they opt to stay in abusive relationsh

I MET A NIGERIAN POLICEMAN WITH A GOLDEN HEART

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As a reporter in Abuja, thrice I was arrested for intervening in situations where policemen were extorting drivers. Each time, I was at least slapped around. But the 2nd time, I was so beaten that I had a bleeding nose, a swollen eye and a shifted jaw. On that occasion I witnessed a policeman beating a driver after the latter failed to comply by paying a sum. I swear I saw the purported offence.  It was in no way an offence. Another time, in the company of Opeyemi Kehinde policemen shot at us while we were reporting a protest by bus drivers in Abuja. The bullet struck an innocent passer-by in the leg. Police denied the shooting even though we had a video. Well, the bottom line of this is that we have very corrupt police men.  I see them everywhere enFORCING warped law. But last week I met Policeman with a heart of gold. There was an accident involving a small Igbo girl who sells food in coolers.  She was knocked down by keke riders around Obalende and everything she

UMBLELLA UNDER MAIZE SACKS

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hey! close the umbrellas ! let rain pour on our bloodied fields let our battlefields drink to their fill, again watch! we will sow maize where we now plant bodies we’ll pee  the pee at Square and Rock when umblella rags lie under many masara sacks!

THE CHOICE

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you both did the waist dance you the pot, he the lance ecstasy in the arms of carelessness careless seeding - two hearts become restless to be a single mother reading spinster tips or be a wedded 'bother' under manly grips? the girl whose lips was 'softest' soon turns something to detest don't force the dog to eat the bone re-cook the bone, leave dog alone to live alone with hopes of coming change or live bound with ropes of vows exchange it's your choice

HEART STAIN

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in anger i bleached my sore heart ironed into it many razor edges placed it in back shelves hoping to don it again ...it remains unworn your pretty face! its only stain

“HANDS UP”, “DON’T SHOOT”: a dirge for Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown

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All over the world, there have been protests over a resurgence in racism, especially against the black race. This real or imagined racism upsurge is as unfortunate the era of black slavery that the world is yet to fully recover from. It is unfortunate that the recent cases of racist killings involve law officers. But even worse is the fact that it is happening in the United States — supposedly the 'land of the free.' For many people, it i easy to just sigh and look it over like any other piece of bad news. But as humans, it is our responsibility to speak out and condemn what is not right. The killing of young, unarmed people is a crime, whether or not they are black! Here is my dirge for these lost lives...  "don't shoot" “officer, see, my hands are both up lower your gun, my hands won’t drop” but the lawman's gun remained pointing soon, desperate bullets it began spurting so the raised hands drop earth lost a soul wasted, cheated

THE INSIDE OF OUTSIDE

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in the white space between lines many unwritten letters float in the lines between white space in the silences between words truth wears no coat in the words between silences in the inside of outside self sails a boat in the outside of inside