Once I had a pet dog named Charlie,
Loved I this loyal companion right silly
Fierce, big, black, faithful Rottweiler,
Charlie my bosom family member…
Night time he jumped in my mattress,
In sunlight he chased fast loose strangers.
Ahhhh (sigh) we were such good partners!
He kept us secure from mean vandals,
I controlled our resources and welfare.
We each did our divided share,
To be sure life stayed goodly and fair.

Day when I struck gold and forgot Charlie,
Cavorted with north south corrupt cronies
New selfishness crept with black gold’s money
No more cared I if domestic dependant was happy.
Prevented my mattress from canine friend’s slumber,
I neglected to feed him and make his bones stronger.
Still Charlie dear kept faith in our friendship,
Constant ever in warding off each greedy thief.
Selfish I denied him former kind attention,
Daylong he whimpered at my frank desertion.
Charlie soon grew lean from hardly eating,
Body sores locked in dirty cage without vet attention
Somber brown eyes as though his heart ceased beating.
Blind insensitive, I deserved severest kicking!

A sad day came which awakened dead senses
Regrets when spites growl greeted my presence ,
Worse Charlie snarled at the sound of my voice.
To former good friend turned I worse than any stranger,
Paralysed, which way to ward off coming danger.
Charlie barked vicious as new cautious I approached,
Contorted eyes, teeth hideous, sprung as though encroached
So obvious spitting snarling, I was now an enemy.
More painful still Charlie bit me and ripped my ankle
Too late, when I decided time to make amend,
Bad betrayal and faithful friendship was spent,
Blood raged lust, the old trust now completely rent.

Doom…old foreign Charlie roused rabid war,
In moments I fed him, salivered snarl bit more.
Mad prancing, threatening, jumped at me wildly,
Compelled wisdom’s cage coldly imprison,
Forced logic’s collar tighten beast immobile.
Concerned caution spurned guests from our mansion,
Furious Charlie held compound in rigid ransom
Unreasonable, unbendable, gripped a grave tension.
Unbriddled rage broke sudden free from firm cage,
Restless flew at aged men sitting in confused haze.
Disloyalty buried its teeth in every hand that fed him
Mind unhinged and a desperate terror came unleashed,
Alas my once friend was put down in blunt wisdom.

Forever I will curse my ill-bred sense,
I miss wet tongue licks of my once friend.
Charlie fathered puppies before cruel death,
Tiny puppies, regards me dark fiercely.
Small creatures blame with bitter acrimony,
Hostile heed no human masters’ hypocrisy,
Disdain drunken vanity, distrust liars’ greed,
Tails wag worrisome promise of wanton waste.
Furious eyes predict fate’s ferocious future,
Promise rapacious reprisal’s ruinous reign.
Defiant defenders, fugitive, fighters…militants proclaim!
We live in terror of resource controllers horror!
Breached broken boundaries on and offshore
Helpless confused masters seek terrorists’ truce
Joint task force military overcome by militants’ ideals,
In name alone sovereign, sick slumberous President
Too tame to topple Tompolo Government
Of a truth Charlie’s neglect is graveyard news!

Written in protest of militancy in the Niger-Delta region of Nigeria. 13th June 2009



I stare eyes fixed, glued to glass,

Heart swells expanding in anticipation,

Hot blood bubbles, pulse darting excited,

Mind battles annoyed frustration of winding road

Lush greenery struggles, still holds no delight

Orange glows setting sun fondly urging me on

White clouds form big billowy hands of welcome

Tall palm trees wave remind their constant friendship

Straining sight searching old familiar sign posts… Joy

comes instant as recognition hits blue roof!

I will the wheel’s engine steer faster…

I hear loud welcome greetings in my head,

Eagerly sniff wafting steaming scents of meal awaiting

Sizzling pan, spoon stirring, delicious loves seasoning.

I see the warm glow of long familiar porch light,

Shifting shadows sentinel shrubs, cast by full moon bright

Enveloped in weight of bone crushing happy hugs

Deaf ears hear delighted screams of booming voices pending

A tidal rush of love floods from deep within…

Oh I am eager for my home!


[Written July 2009, on the journey home from Jos to Ibadan, upon conclusion of NYSC]