Babalola Augustine Adeola (August 26th,1990 / Lagos)
Why I Hate You
Oh God, save my soul.
Madness is gradually making himself my pal
no maybe I am the one inviting him.
How did it happen?
words betraying my emotions.
All I know,
she got me.
The queen of the Niger
What attracted me to her?
I can’t say.
Maybe her beauty,
as compared with NAETT,
or her coca-cola figure ‘8’ shape
or her beauty compared,
like that of a fresh palm-fruit.
bathe in the moon
polished in the sun
greased in with the early morning dew
and always caressed by the tears of the sky
Sat at the heart of her husband
the trigger that scares everyone.
And her barrel at the south;
the lost land of the apartheid.
Dare her and my step-mothers
and you will breathe with your anus!
Despite all she is doing to me,
especially by my own siblings
who makes chrismas a death trap for us
or the eagle hunting ground in the south
who takes money to release her prey,
All these do not make me hate you
but that I can’t stop loving you.
NIGERIA my mother and AFRICA my father
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