Once A Baboon, Still A Baboon. Poem by Motunrayo Yusuf

Once A Baboon, Still A Baboon.



Once a baboon, Still a baboon

Then, they came
With polished liberty and golden game
Hats, flags and tooth white as black
To source resource which they lack

Betrayal for a bowl of porridge
Aliens cover unravelled
With servitude and bondage
Plans and plots, we were marvelled

Thorns and chains, chains and links
Wrapped in the identity they once knew
Savages, they became as they grew

Every order came with heavy thunder
And every hmph! Was hundreds of whips on human physique
They worth not more than mere antique

Crown of dirt, prestige of dust
Dwellers of the mud, there new abode
'Life was death, and death was life'

Baboons still call them master
Nigga still serve them like gods
Boy still run unquestioned quest
How free born we now bear?

Written by: #Mo'

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Author's note
The setting of this poem could be traced to the colonial days, when the British invaded African countries with the camouflage of civilization and development, but their real 'plans and plots, we were marvelled '.
The form of government most of the African countries had were bribed with money or either material things like mirror and pomade powder, which all led to 'Betrayal for a bowl of porridge '
The poem went ahead to show how Africans were taken as slaves caged with 'Thorns and chains, chains and links', having their honour and self respect stripped from them literally and figuratively. They were used as human tools to toil their land of cotton and crops
Towards the end of the poem, it was presented that even after the counter and conquer against foreign interference in their land, they are still independently dependent. They still live according to the footsteps of their colonial country.
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Motunrayo Yusuf

Motunrayo Yusuf

Lagos, Nigeria
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