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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Salute the Cloth

Salute! – salute the power-breeding cloth,
Purchased in any city market;
Government tailors provide buttons and collars,
Salute the cloth
Bought with funds from our public till,
Salute! – salute the power-generating garment.
SALUTE!
Attention! – pay attention to the uniform men,
Carrying the almighty – the almighty gun;
Pay attention, when in their consistent manner
They inform you about how they police the nation,
How they police your future.
PAY ATTENTION!
Obey! – obey all orders,
Because sometimes while policing there is
Little need to be civil,
As stubborn civilians learn
After they have been bloodied.
Obey! – obey, stop and search later for your rights
On the pages of imaginative tabloids,
Obey! when the uniform polices the state.

OBEY!
March! – march with the starched khaki
When they eject ruling rogues
From our public castles,
March! – march with them as they play
Their game of musical chairs
With the looters in Agbada.
MARCH!
Still the fruit of Eden has touched their lips,
And in spite of numerous handovers
The power-breeding cloth intends to stay!

Make Dem Checkout

Dem dey speak through dem nose,
Dey talk like oyinbo,
Like person wey no dey shit :
“Hey men, how’re you doing”,
American slang dem sabi well well,
But wetin concern dem with de
Language of dem Papa?
Invite dem for parti,
Dem no dey chop African food,
If you no get spaghetti, salad,
Abi chicken and chips,
Dem no go chop.
Na only oyinbo sound dem go dance,
No play Fela, Sunny or Warrior o!
Just give dem de latest sound from US of A.
Even dem hair must resemble oyinbo own,
See dem as dem dey pose:
E dey wear dress wey im buy for London,
Shoe wey im get from Rome,
Shirt wey dem buy from Rome,
Shirt wey dem buy from Washington,
E don tay since we don independent,
Still some people dey, wey get
Oyinbo-made mentality,
De only advice wey I get for
Dose kain people be say :
Make dem checkout!