The Path We Walk


This is the path,
A path of silent rattle of a labouring mother,
She died in thousand eyes.
The path of rot fleshes and piteous infants of ‘milkless’ breast.
Children! This is the path we walk….
The path of our ancestral spirits,
Of demons part without sacrifice of justice,
The path gods and goddesses drew battle lines.
Their blood, water and bones are still breathing.
A path of curse.
The path stinks of corruption and inhumanity.
See them as they spray soothing aerosol to arrest their weaknesses.
Both blended and stinks beyond adaptation.
Nigeria here we are…
This is the path they lay our legs
The path of infant head facing other way in silence.
Where are the elders?
Alas, this is the path we walk on.

About Writer:

Popoola Oladeji Abdullahi is a 200 level student of the department of Aquaculture and Fisheries Management, faculty of Renewable and Natural Resources, University of Ibadan. He bagged an NCE certificate in Agric Education from the Federal College of Education (special) Oyo, Oyo state. Likes to express his emotion and thought in poetic form and loves to learn through the creative work of others. 

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