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Niyi Osudare (Not My Business) - Poem by African Poems

They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

They came one night
Booted the whole house awake
And dragged Danladi out,
Then off to a lengthy absence.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

Chinwe went to work one day
Only to find her job was gone:
No query, no warning, no probe -
Just one neat sack for a stainless record.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

And then one evening
As I sat down to eat my yam
A knock on the door froze my hungry hand.

The jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn
Waiting, waiting in its usual silence.


Comments about Niyi Osudare (Not My Business) by African Poems

  • Rookie - 1 Points Beaton Galafa (3/23/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    This is becoming an inspiration to me. It tackles individualism perfectly. The poet's role at play! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,990 Points Babatunde Aremu (11/12/2013 3:13:00 AM)

    We all feel unconconcern about others plight oblivious that the same awaits us. Great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013


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