Say, you’re an artist.
Take a fresh canvas, call it Africa,
Take a brush, dip it in green ink, and splash
An arc of greatness on the west side of the canvas.
Call it Nigeria.
The day you start this beautiful work of art is October 1st 1960.
Dip your brush again; this time in white ink
And leave an indelible trace of communal chastity,
Let your brush speak a language of unity, peace & progress.
Call today October 1st 1963,
Dip your brush’s tip into green ink again,
This time let your art be a mark of oneness,
As a republic births itself from a new country.
Let your swirls & arcs be a reenactment of the joy of it’s
Freedom fighters. This goes beyond the boundaries of visual art.
Call it Storytelling, let each ridge and bristle be a tale,
Of how a yórúbà journalist -turned premier
Shook hands with an igbo boxer -turned politician.
Let each brush stroke be an enunciation of the message of peace
That never left the lips of a Sardauna in the suns of Sokoto.
Cleave a hole in the immaculate fabric, with inks of onyx.
Call it the Military era, let your fingers move in such a manner,
That they spell the grief in the hearts of citizens.
Let your art speak reminiscences of coups & letter bombs;
And the demise of a champion of truth, from the murky waters of Ogoni.
Dip now, into an ink of nondescript colors.
Call it a glimmer of hope as rule transitions to civilized civilians
Crosshatch this hope with failed promises & manifestos,
Call it the death of a yórúbà bastion of unity & champion of June 12.
Christen it the birth of corruption in the hearts of political leaders.
Make a long stroke to an era filled with Goodluck for embezzlers.
Speak of a leader with patience, and a hat of nonchalant perseverance.
Only use black this time, but remember to mix in some red also;
So the blood spilt in regions of bombblasts can be represented.
Remind all who care to see, of sects that forbade western education.
Then instead of brushes, make use of brooms that sweep in change.
Don’t forget to fingerprint your heart signature on this canvas,
As you did during the EndSars. Now step back Mr Artist
& See a Nation struggling for expression in your art.
Then paint a prayer for the prosperity of posterity.
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Wow!! This is an expertly crafted piece
To be honest, I myself am at a loss for words.
Tega, you never cease to amaze me honest, and it seems you’ve surpassed me even, who knows? 🤷🏽♂️
This poem is beautiful, warm, unique, when I read this, I shook, this is one of the few poems that have touched me so far.
Keep up the good work, I hope to be a good poet like yourself, more than you even.
Thank you for this, really, I appreciate it.
Wow!
What an exceptional masterpiece.
Artfully written with the expert usage of words. I really like this your piece. It felt like something I could relate to and understand well. You have risen higher than expected in the world of poetry and you will continue to rise. Wonderful work
Sha dey rise dey go #MTG
Thanks brother 😌👊
Nice piece! Great job.
This is a very amazing piece of poetry.
It was unique
Tega my man you have done it again. This your piece was wonderfully crafted, I really enjoyed it. Your on your way to the peak.
Thanks Brother, I’m so grateful 🥺.
Wow!! Oghenetega, your use of words was absolutely captivating. This piece is just so beautiful that it keeps me reading it over and over again.
Thank you very much 🙇🙇
Thanks so very much.
Wonderful piece. Very Simple wordings but yet powerful. Something everyone can easily relate to. Amazing.