Mr Official Poem by Gbolagade Taiwo

Mr official,
Why do you like to be artificial?
Civilization has made your life critical,
You are no longer natural.

Mr official,
You see me always in my Esiki,
Embedded in my African culture,
With my feet graced with Adeja,
Still you call me baboon,
This is you, your head at a salon.

Mr official,
Your tie is a set-up by boarder-crossers
Even when the brothers of civilization have gone,
You are still HARAMED by fashion.

Mr official,
You no longer play around your peer,
Your door is a hell for anyone to dare,
All because fashion has imprisoned your reasoning.

Mr official,
If you are asked,
Why do you dress like this?
All you say is, 'this is my nature'.

Stop! Mr Official!
Do not fool me!
Your culture is not to be enslaved by civil'
Because you want to be official,
The breeze no longer has its way,
You smile even while you stink,
Your armpit keeps shedding tears,
All because you want to be official.

I tell you today!
Mr official,
Do not judge me because of my way,
Leave me with my Buba and Soro,
And I will leave you to remain in the official prison.



Note: Esiki is an African Yoruba attire.
Adeja is a Yoruba slippers.
Buba and soro is a Yoruba dress.