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.
this was excellent baby, loved every singe word. made my yams quivver
RAHHHH this is some martin luthr king . big up the movement. also your mum has a class pum pum
The last stanza shows the beauty of poetry. It leaves us in suspense and to ruminate beyond. Nice 1
When you speak out/fight for others, you same time protect yourself before the trouble gets to you. Beautiful poem
How do you kill a black person throw a bucket of kfc off a cliff
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I would like to translate this poem
How do you kill a black person throw a bucket of kfc off a cliff