By: Kehinde Amusan (Peka)
Every peace is pieced like a tampered neat stack of books
Even, plants soiled it home and chose the footpath
Nature seems to doubt its resolutions
Not even the day or night seems assuring
The day is lit by the stars and not even the fiery sun could change its course.
My faith is losing me to such bias thought that
‘Africans are blessed with souls and not reason’
We appear to be caring but behind we snitch
Many made her vault but few effortlessly loot it
No wonder democracy is losing Africa to corruption
What a twisted continent of love and betrayal!
My faith is weary of corrupted white robe,
But yearn for ad interim green robe.
My faith is drowning at the loudly despair bell of the church
Even, the hourly cries of the mosque
Aid not my deluded mind from losing its brace.
Oh my faith! Listen to the rumbling of the sky
For the cloud is gathering dark.
Like a corrugated roof beaten by the rain,
She perceives the southeasterly wind fanning the earth.
For the pre-natality of a new harvest, a revived continent
Where free education is a right and not a choice
Where circulation of commonwealth is a necessity and not an advantage
Where leaders are patriots and not parasitic parrots
Albeit, I’m losing my faith to the sun that set at dusk
But begs to hop on the moon and stars that (ever) sail through the dark as nighthawks
© Kehinde Amusan (Peka)
Amusan Kehinde Olabiyi is an undergraduate student of the Faculty of Education, University of Ibadan. He is a campus journalist and a poet. Amusan Kehinde Olabiyi can be reached via the following contacts: firstname.lastname@example.org; Twitter -@AmusanKehinde13; Facebook – Kehinde Amusan; WhatsApp – 09099118565; Instagram – Peka_Kenneth; Home address – Oluwo, Along Ife Expressway, Egbeda Local Government, Ibadan.