That Inferiority May Thrive Not Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

I am the young yellow sun

That swept away the gloom

For dreams to be birthed, hope to soar.


I am the mammoth moon

That sat in the corner of the sky

Wrested with forces killing our lights.


I am the Olumo rock

On the back of my height that kissed the sky

I planted you to see the distant future.


I am the towering Iroko tree

That provided shelter for motherless eaglets

To keep them in the high, the place of their ancestor.


I am the sweet smelling flower

Along the busy footpath

Tickling the butterflies.


You heard my rumbling sound when I fought the oppressive rain

My zigzag lights tore its black blanketed raiment to give hope of lights to come

I showed you many colours to mark my victory.


With my golden hands

Your sky I gold painted

That inferiority may thrive not in our midst.