By Toyin Falola
I call the deaf by his name
he hears me, but I claim
I’m being ignored and shamed;
I count stones on the streets
put them in different pots to heat.
Done, I assume, and ready to eat
But in my rage, I soon chew, and it breaks my teeth.
If poverty was the answer,
What then was the prayer?
Gone were the days we licked the feet of our masters
Just to show our loyalty
We carried thick-fatty Europeans on our back
Just to enter their rich apartments with expensive paintings
Searching for the lost freedom that we never opened our eyes to see.
Sadly, we are now on our own
Independent in our own dishonours;
Independent with our degrading educational systems;
We bask in vague promises and unending hopes
This, is indeed a troubled state.
The disheartening story of ASUU is yet untold
But maybe you could read my mind with these lines of mine;
You know the miseries these students have gone through,
With all the memories they’ve got to leave behind,
All the good plans they’ve let go,
As they dissolve like dust into thin air;
But what would they do?
Than to accept their fate and move on,
Move on with a life of shattered hopes and dreams.
They call them the leaders of tomorrow
sweet lips add to the sailing sorrows
then, they mutate into the realities;
moulded in deformity.
The parents and guardians are helpless
They run the streets with banners and placards,
But they forgot the deaf may also not see.
The constituted authorities are prepared for this war
They’re the tyrants of our souls.
They feed on our blood as wine
Our flesh as their meat.
We got contusions in the heart
In the sun, we turned into their labourers
In the rain, their slaves
We toiled in hunger;
In our mind’s eye, we hope for freedom
We drank tears by day
and sing the song of sorrow by night.
Dear Men and Women in Struggle,
How many more of us will want to die?
What quantity of tears do they want us to cry?
You can see how we’re being butchered on a rate so high.
Look at the sky
Is it not painted red with our own blood?
Are we not being used as sacrificial lamb for this rotten system?
Look at the vultures and the hyenas
Are they not constipating on our flesh?
Do we still sit and watch as we get slaughtered daily?
What will remain of our future generations?
This is my goodbye message
This is me saying my farewell
Putting it down in black and white
Wishing you good fortune and a better victim
Oh, please don’t cry!
This is not a sad song
I’ll be damned if I drop a tear
This is more like a freedom song
It’s a long walk in finding back
The sanity in our educational system.