The time has come to ponder and reason
Not only on the takings and killings
But also on the class that governs the season
Insensitive to its subject’s sufferings
Pouring promises, doing nothing
“Cluelessness and inaction” its supposed apt theme
Song from tale of yore crawls to fore:
As long as I’m completely full
I care less if everybody dies of hunger . . .
. . . as long as I’m completely full
Doesn’t matter who blows to smithereens
It matters not if “they” all get kidnapped
Even if it happens over and over
So long safety is guaranteed for them and theirs
Eni tó bá máa kú kó kú
Or how do you explain the prolong delays;
A brutal weapon in the arsenal of an insincere
Enough time to device manoeuvres
At the expense of the tears of bereaved families
And the unrest of longing folks and parents
Committee set-up in the place of quick bold steps
Security blueprint of a gloomy hue
While many die en masse
And the rest at the fear of imminent danger
Who knows who’s next?
A waiting committee we will not become
Imprisonment in our own abode we won’t condone
Now’s not the time for politicking
Seek help and ditch the lagging
#ChibokGirls are our sisters
At the end it won’t be about the blueprints, promises, committees, blame shifts . . . but the successes of the actions in the face of challenges.
Eni tó bá j’oyè àwòdì, ó ye kó le gb’ádìye.