Thursday, November 1, 2012
My Fairy Tale
As I alighted from the express electric train,
My eyes traveled to the happy people;
Concentrated smiles of contentment playing
On the nourished faces
As they were belched out of the sub-way,
Chattering of their beautiful day
I smiled to the tram that blocked them from sight
But not good enough to block the happy echoes
Of the happy trident voices,
Ricocheting from brick to metal walls
Bouncing with laughter, saying,
God bless Nigeria! God bless Nigeria!
I picked my ways through the speck less street,
Hurrying my feet to meet my honey-heart,
Who was to arrive through the leisure cruiser
Ferried on the debris-less water way
Accompanying her recuperating mum
Who just won the battles against osteoporosis and renal failure
Thanks to the free medical services of the world's best government
I belched, the rich aroma of balanced food
Spiraled the food pipe into my mouth and nostrils.
My heart raced normal, for no children books to buy
No children school's tuition fee to fear;
Oh, the oil wealth is on the jobs.
We are lucky people; a blessed nation with good governance
Unemployment, the song of the sloths only,
Job creation, an opportunity flows like rivers of water.
Somebody touched my arm from the rear
And a strange voice from a stranger land softly said:
Honey, there is no kerosene in the stove and in the news,
The Government just moved the price of PMS to
One Hundred and forty Naira.
The school bill, the PHCN bill and landlord's note are on the table.
What? I retorted. 'And where is your mum?
She looked as if she heard a dumb spoke
‘What? ' more confused than I was,
Mum died a month ago from lack of medical care
I opened my eyes wider, jostled into reality.
Welcome to Nigeria!