A good father leaves inheritance for his children’s children
Not so in one motherland I know
Her leaders are like men with multiple side chic squandering the commonwealth
The kids suffer out of school
Which father does that
save an irresponsible one?
Her rulers masquerade as leaders
But are like drunkards with no thought for the morrow
They drink and dance to the swagger of vanities and profanities
Uttering empty speeches, they don’t believe in one kobo
When the wine wanes off, they run to the cathedral to beg for wisdom -
The one they won't use
Wasting everyone's time except God.
You believe them and you can believe the devil.
Their children are left in misery and scattered to the Antarctica
And they would not put it to heart –
When they only live for now
They ate the future of the children
And will carry their big belly, big agbada to the grave.
*Agbada is the flowing robe traditionally worn by the Yoruba people across West Africa. It is figurative of
the political/elite class
In addition to being a creative writer, Opeyemi Afeni is a lawyer based in Edmonton. He has a couple of published titles: The Game that never was; The Difference we can make amongst others.