“God forbid you’re yellow in Nigeria!” No, God forbid you’re fair… As you read these poems, I hope you uncover a truth or two that personal conflicts can reveal.
Praise for Unfortunate Oyibo
“A taste of the soul of Africa…” — Michael Margolis, Story University
Why Unfortunate Oyibo
Unfortunate Oyibo is a collection of 59 poems, a number of which strike at the very root of what is wrong with Nigeria. But beyond just highlighting ills, these poems offer a way out of some.
Really, I’ve been able to cope with personal conflicts and Nigeria itself because I read these poems to myself and act on the moral truths they reveal. I hope you could do just the same.
More Praise for Unfortunate Oyibo
“There’s something for everyone in Unfortunate Oyibo!” — Nsisong Effiong, NsisongEffiong.com
4 Beautiful Poems from Unfortunate Oyibo
Water Is Drug
Once I invited my friend to dinner
Who wouldn’t mind the stethoscope
About his tie-apprehended neck
While the hymn was being sung!
But for one last miraculous bit
Of memory nobody dies in church—
At least, not in a lifetime—which,
If at all, is best left unrevived.
Keeping with tradition, for starter,
Fruit salad was served; and while I
Began devouring from my bowl,
He was just forking thru the slices.
Admittedly, the bowl was large—
My wife’s that generous with portion—
But what was it he must be sure of
Before taking up a single piece?
Did he need a microscope, I joked?
Was it about the raisins or pear?
What was wrong or didn’t look right
In that bowl of fruits before him?
Nothing! He was just concerned about
“Drug interaction.” “What? It’s salad!”
His brow furrowed as he looked at me
And whispered, “Even water is drug!”
The way you enjoy
with your wife,
Are you sure you can
Of course, I know you’d
You’re not willing to
It comes to you different
all of us…
Can you wait till she
Will be tough!
Why they allow Facebook in prison?
That’s him again on Eko Atlantic
In front of, what, Marina Hotel?
State money—the women don finish!
English people are so wicked!
There’s 7 more years for me to go.
That’s why they allow Facebook in prison,
Even if my selfies always go viral.
A Missing Sun
I only hoped they’d learn from the sun
Stationed with none a planetary run—
Only hoping because they’d been sold
And would resist doing as they’re told.
Looking at the panels on their roofs—
Even the goats make sense of their hoofs!—
They’ve come as far as me, obviously.
That’s fine—they could’ve started from me!
It breaks the dawn and gradually grows
Brighter and brighter until it goes—
That is, from where they stand and high-five
Each other for what they’ve achieved alive.
They’ve come as far as me on this one.
They could’ve started from me and on
And on but chose to waste millenniums
Hunting a missing sun that never moved!