Arise ye compatriots
For merry has reached your shores
Forgotten kingdoms of the south
Come party to the drums of nepotism
Saddened minds of the east
Come dine with the incompetency of Baba
Folded necks of callous sin hators
Let us celebrate these errors of Lugard
For it is the fest of Oktober
For merry has reached your shores
Forgotten kingdoms of the south
Come party to the drums of nepotism
Saddened minds of the east
Come dine with the incompetency of Baba
Folded necks of callous sin hators
Let us celebrate these errors of Lugard
For it is the fest of Oktober
So that where we search for what we celebrate
Our naked minds are pushed to ask
Why we lament upon this day of joy
The executive elephant stinks of bribery
And only the unfortunate rich enjoy the scent of it
The 109 grey hairs cost us too much
Let them wither away from the nations core
But yet the classrooms decay of neglect
And bones of the chalk system in dearth of flesh
Our naked minds are pushed to ask
Why we lament upon this day of joy
The executive elephant stinks of bribery
And only the unfortunate rich enjoy the scent of it
The 109 grey hairs cost us too much
Let them wither away from the nations core
But yet the classrooms decay of neglect
And bones of the chalk system in dearth of flesh
Who will judge the not incorrupt wig caps
Bare tools of propaganda even in their supremacy
The ever flying bird of Mo hammer doo
The lakadaisity upon account
For our recovered treasures
I speak not still of the madness
To see an advocate hold three bars
Anonymous to his intellect
While Mr ordinary hasn't
Heard his dead radio whisper in weeks
Bare tools of propaganda even in their supremacy
The ever flying bird of Mo hammer doo
The lakadaisity upon account
For our recovered treasures
I speak not still of the madness
To see an advocate hold three bars
Anonymous to his intellect
While Mr ordinary hasn't
Heard his dead radio whisper in weeks
Our heroes long past
Suffer not the youth to grow old
Waiting for the future that you still hold
So we mop still in dependence
Awaiting your not unusual parole
Spare the hypocrisy and give
These young psyches a hole to breath through
Get the stolen children of Tha sou ki
spoils of the war of Ah bar sha
And put out the fire in our houses
Make justice no fool and let her smile
To the gates of kiri kiri in her Majesty
if her patience did not get her the luxury hotels
Suffer not the youth to grow old
Waiting for the future that you still hold
So we mop still in dependence
Awaiting your not unusual parole
Spare the hypocrisy and give
These young psyches a hole to breath through
Get the stolen children of Tha sou ki
spoils of the war of Ah bar sha
And put out the fire in our houses
Make justice no fool and let her smile
To the gates of kiri kiri in her Majesty
if her patience did not get her the luxury hotels
Be wise ye kingmakers of Zuma rock
Tie not your hearts to bags of grains and salt
For your seeds deserve better taste
Forbid your ignorance to reappear
So they do not again take in two thousand
and nineteen sadly lay to you
Drunks of the capital wine
Let your pot bellies be flat in tranperancy
Tie not your hearts to bags of grains and salt
For your seeds deserve better taste
Forbid your ignorance to reappear
So they do not again take in two thousand
and nineteen sadly lay to you
Drunks of the capital wine
Let your pot bellies be flat in tranperancy
And so what a feast we indeed celebrate
Our greens are faded now
And our whites are pale with stains
Our hearts sunk in pain
Bleeding still from the wounds
That came from the dance of freedom
Our forefathers suffered
On the fest of October.
Our greens are faded now
And our whites are pale with stains
Our hearts sunk in pain
Bleeding still from the wounds
That came from the dance of freedom
Our forefathers suffered
On the fest of October.
The poem Fest of Oktober was written by Imagbe Elisha, The
poem written in commemoration of Nigeria's 57th Independence, critically
examines the post Independence Nigeria and the societal ills. The title
has got the use of pun(Play of words) Fest represents a feast and at
the same time 1st by pronunciation.
The poem is highly paradoxical.. To not be a trouble maker
while telling the truth if course, The pronunciation sin hator sends a
message our Legislators who despite their fat salaries still feast on
the proceeds of the nation's resources and derive pleasure in engaging
in illicit and corrupt activities.
The executive arm of govt is not left behind, The police is
referred to as the executive elephant, Being that the logo of the
police carries an elephant.
The poem creates a clear picture of the typical Nigerian society as the national cake is reserved for the mighty, while the average Nigerian is left in starvation. The Affairs of the country is run by a particular set of people, decisions are made to favour the big names and faces without considering the interest of the average Nigerians.
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