it takes gut to break you rainbow
come sit with me. tell me your history:
when God made rain to dance;
made sun to sing;
& you manned the opera -
on Noah's deck and dove's call;
when nature stood still
& mankind breathed relief.
& I tell my story too. rooted
in heat of sun-baked earth -
that I bought my money with my money
& I voted lion but hyena stole the lump.
will my daughter in Rome weep
for me or her country?
fate of her future in hostility,
her generation in disability
for a few corn more!
I run from Sokoto to Jericho,
Japa to Japan,
till Naija runs dry.