Skip to main content

Which Way | Upp. G

For Naija, any which way na way, but unto sey we no wan loss, we kukuma carry waka sidan for house. Who waka epp? - Stefn Sylvester Anaytonwu
WHICH WAY?
E don tey wey I de pray make Jah show me the way;
But e be like say Jah compass no de behave.
I no go shock sef if boys don move am enter Agege.
Test the thing sharply hail am that other way.
In Nigeria everybody even pikin has to know the way,
Everybody wey you meet go talk say all way na way.

I enter bank say make I withdraw my change;
I jam queue wey take small thing pass my eye gauge,
As I de think my life for queue de wait my turn,
Two men like that just enter sharply collect their coins;
People hala but the sharp guys no even budge,
The important thing is that their pockets have bulged.
Toh, all of us know say all way na way.

My editor guy carry im lappy de go work;
I been tell am the night before say im dreads no work,
My guy ignore me and to his utter shock,
SARS stop am the next day ask am im handwork;
As baba shape mouth to begin to de talk,
Them slap am punch am tell am to shut up.
I for say make I continue the tori;
But I no fit talk,
Cos my guy dey SARS cell for Ikoyi just de cool off.

The other day I de stroll for Ago-Palace way,
I see our gallant police officer for one shop wey near highway;
Him de share change with one Tinubu boy like that
Whose mouth is exactly like the skunk wey him de usually take.
What can I say if not hei God Chineke m eh,

Which way Nigeria which way?
The right way is the wrong way
While the wrong way might probably lead to the road that leads to what looks like the right way?
I am confused as to which way to take.

Toh what am I saying,
I don almost forget say for Nigeria all way na way.
Make I kuku enter left with the hopes say na aim be the correct way.

About Writer:

Upp. G is a poet, photographer, writer and a polymath.

Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now easy. 
I introduced Facebook Comment feature. Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

shy, a poem

bashful, timid, quiet.  shy If anyone you know has used these terms to describe you, you're probably a bit shy. Everyone feels that way once in a while. Shyness and social anxiety are common, no matter how old you are. There is one myth about social anxiety and social anxiety disorder that I would like to dispel. The myth says that social anxiety is just exaggerated shyness. This myth encourages the idea that anxious people are merely weak-willed pushovers. It is partially because of this myth, I think, that well-intentioned people offer the relevant but insensitive and patronizing advice like, “Don’t worry about it!” , “Just do it” and “Face your fears.”  Thinking on all these, I wrote this poem: shy when a shy person speaks, it's like music from guitar strings. when a shy person smiles, it’s like the sun coming out when a shy person steps out it's like the uncommon visit of gods when a shy person reclines it feels like moon eloped from night when a shy person is 'i
Post a Comment
Read more

Dustbin And Drafts - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 142: DUSTBIN AND DRAFTS He was the night sky, She was a star, Always together, Never one. He wrote what he felt for her of how her twinkles light up his dark. But they never get to her. One more note was added in his drafts. Fragrant pens and beautiful poems Pink papers and artistic handwriting. She wrote about the beauty in his black of how they make her twinkles shine. but they never got to him. Only the dustbin knows how much she loves him - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!
Post a Comment
Read more

For Leah Shabiru - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 136: FOR LEAH SHABIRU I can't find the words right To describe Leah's plight. I hope this little piece of mine Awakens our voiceless unconcern. Does she feel giddy? Does she still cry? Does she look out the window and heave a sigh? How long shall this gravity Hold her down to these rascals? I know she kicks but in vain I know she whispers prayers to her God Or maybe she now doubts his existence. Does she wish her breathe be gone? But she's just a teenager Who dreamt of leaving her deadbeat town One day she went to chase dreams The next she was never found Sunrise and sunset have come and gone and Leah is still in the devil's lair. You and I, we eat, we sleep She's not our own, we care not a bit Until same fate cross our path Trample our wives And rip our hearts Only then shall we realize in Leah died our very soul. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends
Post a Comment
Read more