Propaganda of Nigerian Politics


I almost fainted,
I had my heart in my mouth,
As it pounds louder
Than the beating of the Zulu drums.
What’s happening?
I’m lost! Could this be a wilderness?
Was there rapture before I could wake?
Am I left to suffer the ruin of Armageddon?
These thoughts perused my mind
Gazing at the lonely street.

A pin fall was louder than the bass drums in our churches
Perhaps this is more desert than the Sahara.
My eyes lurking around like a day thief..
Thoughts enormous are catahauling my mind
The streets are desserted to ruin
I must die of this thirst and hunger
Because crossing to the other end
Is already a suicide mission…
Sellers and buyers are already prisoners
In the same hell of a cell.

A nightmare at dawn I call it.
You can’t pray to wake any longer
Your reality stir in the face to your quake
Rising up is only falling into the hands of the predator.
Like prey we wait for when it pounces on us
With its bleeding crooked hands
We must face it, bear it and conquer it.
This nightmare at dawn!

© Jaja Godspower Melchizedek
© 10th May, 2020

By penhouse

Jaja Godspower is a creative thinker and business strategist. He an award winning writer, blogger, author and a film maker from Nigeria. He is motivated with the desire to grow brands and businesses through adequate branding and visibility with his writing expertise. He is the founder of Penhouse Initiative, one of the largest growing writing hub in Africa.

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