Fr Lucas Ayodele muses…
Unveiled, unfazed
The worst form of evil is that which is unveiled, unfazed.
It has grown so much confidence,
It has become a son of the soil,
It has acquired legitimacy.
Does anyone miss the remorse of Adam and Eve at their misdemeanor?
They simply hid away, burdened by their guilt.
To say my country slides into anarchy is a wicked understatement.
Everything negative has found its full potential here.
Life is so cheap that it is priced a hundred for nothing.
Whole communities are sacked, burnt down and occupied by aggressors.
The weak, aged and the young are cremated right in the sanctuary of their homes.
We sigh at the news, utter a few words of condolence and move on.
Life here has become a gruesome waiting.
Waiting for the news of where the rampaging sloths strike next,
And praying it’s not your own space and you one of the usually unnamed mass of the dead.
Was there ever a time this corner of the world saw peace?
True peace I mean, not a sort of interbellum,
Not a time between wars; the one fought and the one brewing.
A country full of inanities; where everything is amiss.
Eight thousand (8,000) megawatts of electricity generated since 1859.
A great percentage live in coves no more than awnings.
You will be frightened to find a kilometer stretch of road not riddled by potholes.
The education we strive to avail our children of is described as ‘expired education’.
The worst place on earth for my people is their own fatherland.
A nation officially pronounced to be 198 million people,
Forgive her absent minded leader proclaiming her 180 million,
Just a few days after the release of that official figure,
Now gifting the world the largest number of destitutes.
The young are bemused at the crass incompetence of those who should prod them.
The greedy lot leave nothing for which they would have gladly scampered.
The only thing that thrive here is the private lives of our leaders.
Leaders who in huge instalments have battered what they should nurture.
Comrades rejoice. Rejoice at least that our leaders earn more than any other in the world.
Their wives and children caparisoned in obscene wealth,
Everything dear to them is housed abroad,
And the people they swore to lead are left well trounced.
We daily drink the muck of failed generation upon generation of leaders.
And I try to wrap my head around how much more we have before we have had our fill.
Dear priests (Joseph and Felix) and people of God killed at Mass this morning,
Sad you have become additional statistics to the shame of a nation.
Go well and rest from all your labours.
Shame on all who failed in their duty of protecting you even when you cried out.
Shame on all whose only sport is to ‘play’ politics with matters as have caused your death.
Shame on all who represent you at various levels of government,
But whose preoccupation now is how the elections turn out next year.
Shame on all who are responsible for our youths and bright minds leaving this country n describing their exit as a ‘breakthrough’
May the curse and scourge you are to this nation be broken some day soon.
Davak Systems & Technology 
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