BLAME

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BLAME
For all her predicaments from colonial era she blames,
But not a thought in retrospect on the humiliating nature of her kings,
She blames the far West and the Far East for her ordeals,
Hum, she was beclouded by her own hypocrisy in fantasy.

Little do her children consider the war within her walls,
An unending conflicts among her offspring for superiority,
Long before the adventurism of the white world,
She sold her own children as common commodities, yet she blames.

Ask the Oyos how she sold the Dahomey to the Portuguese for ephemera,
Let the Zulus give an account of her stewardship of how she dealt with the Bantus,
Kanem-bornu, Mai, Ashantis, Wagadu, Takrur, Malinke, Songhai, Hausa, Benin, Fulanis, Cushites
Nilotics, all killed and enslaved one another for pride, yet she ceased not to blame.

She betrays her own tongue yet she claims her voice was silenced,
She places less value on her own sons, yet she cries for being marginalized,
Among the committees of nations she speaks from the two sides of her own chick,
She bowls in secret to the order of the white wizard, yet she stops not to blame same in public.

There are few of her sons that crossed her streets a while ago,
Never will history forgets the cry for internal justice of Gamel, Selassie, Nkruma, Garvey, Nyerere,
Diop, Lumumba, Azikwe, Toure, Kenyatta, Sankara; she betrayed each of them to death,
She splashed their bloods on her walls, yet she blames a distant folk for her own dark heart.

She makes herself an available prey for the western predators,
Her walls of defense has she made vulnerable even to a lesser than a state in the Middle East,
She prodigally opens her treasure house to the Chinese and the Japanese to exploit,
Yet she blames all and sundry for her own presumptuous recklessness.

Ask her, please let her answer,
Was she the only one that was colonized?
Kingdoms rise and fall, but no sane kingdom remains in the corridor of pitiable self-humiliation,
Even the Arabians and Asian tigers have moved on, while she still lament in woes to blame.

Tell her prophets to change the rhythms of their anthems,
Casting aspersions and blames on the west is not the way up,
Let her priests know of her infectious whoredom around the globe,
Her kings and her princes have shared her body in exchange for superfluity of nothingness.

She romances and kisses other cultures and civilization,
While other folk garnished their culture with spices of trending technologies,
She continues as a wailer trembling under her own shadows of self-intimidation,
Her teachers are blamers of less intuition for growth.

Her emperors are callous and bloody on her thrones,
Wealth they spread in the hidden corners of Paris and Dubai,
She is impoverished yet her gold swims across the waters,
To decorates the alien’s cities, yet the blames.

Things fall apart in her balcony, not by accident,
Her walls are dilapidated yet she careless,
Her children are subject to ridicule within and without,
So deaf she is to her offspring cries, but not dumb to blame.
Hunger in the tommy, hunger in the mind, hunger everywhere,
Sahara and Kalahari left with the bones of her famished children,
With all these green forests on the path of Congo and her land that kisses the waters,
She has no food for her dying wards, but has all time to blame the invincible.

She is the second to the biggest yet she begs for crumbs from the smallest,
Since Ukraine can no longer supply her wheat as usual, she cringes under the yoke of hunger,
For how long is she going to depend on smaller folks for survival?
How long will she neglect her fertile vast land and stop to blame.

Nature has been so generous to her, yet she blames even the Creator for her own ordeals,
She romances the sun than others, yet her streets are darker than the belly of the sea,
Her land is impregnated with treasures untold, yet she begs for arms,
How long will it take her to realize her own potentials and stop to blame?

Let her look inward,
An unbroken wall provides no channel for hospitality to a lizard,
Her walls of respect for humanity are broken,
Hence the penetration of an opportunist white lizard, yet she blames.

Wake from your sleeping mind oh woman,
Chastise your prodigal kings with hot irons,
Bring their wondering minds back home to the soil
Lest you blame and blame till the cock crow.

The call for unified continental unity on her mind,
Which of your nations is internally unified,
Ethno-religious crisis in Nigeria, Kenya and the rest,
An unsettled home begat unsettled nation and continent alike.
Should Ethiopia maintain the capital of your propose unifier,
Won’t Egypt, Botswana, Madagascar or Senegal chant a foul play?
Smaller ECOWAS has failed to reach her goal, after forty-eight years of her birth,
Yet you think of making a mirage a reality? Think before you raise a dust to blame.

Enough is enough, Africa!
Pains, tears and hunger we no longer can bear,
Worst leadership in the entire human clan, we no longer can endure,
Call your princes to order before the fall of your hunchback.

Harness the potentials of Sahara, Namibia and Kalahari to light your dark streets,
Engage Nile, Niger, Congo, Orange and Limpopo in a life-long productive assignment,
Let the vast savanna be active for internal growth and development of your offspring,
And your sons and daughters be bread and nurtured at your corridors.

Despise not your colour for therein lies your strength,
Learn from others to replicate goodies on your soil,
Select the morally sounds of your sons to mount your thrones,
Cause your princes to serve with caution and sincerity of mind.

Then talk of unity when the bustards are tied,
Unity is sweet when your prodigal sons are tamed,
Peaceful coexistence becomes feasible when your children rest at your bosom,
No outward looker, no blaming of others.

Blame less, act fast for your liberty is now,
Stop the iron teeth of the Chinese before they bite harder,
Trade with the west as partner and not as slave,
Blame less, act fast, the clock ticks.

38 thoughts on “BLAME”

  2. It’s a beautiful piece. Exudating beautifully the happenstances prior to colonisation. It revealed how we are not different from those we cling the garment of blames upon. It’s a long poem that might bored your audience. If you can look into that. Otherwise, this poem is everything poem.

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    2. A like button is not just enough for this. There should be an empathy button or lots of care button on this. I love your other blogs too, I could feel your emotions and the way you care about people esp those who are in dire need.

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  6. This is beautiful. My prayer is the same for America. How different, yet, how much alike our countries are today. America is being sold out piece by piece to China. Our government is trading our freedom for slavery. It’s frightening. God is our refuge in these unsettling days. Africa has had her share of pain; more than I can begin to imagine. Thank you for your poem. It is an eye opener for me.

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  9. I’ve never realized this view of colonization’s wrath that resulted from weaknesses of those being subjugated. In America, that viewpoint dangerously encroaches on the American History curriculum with respect to slavery.

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  11. Sorry Abiogbaolushola, I have to disagree about the Chinese. I think that at this moment they are mostly like banks, clinging on to profit and their own interests. However it might be wise to use their services… It is an opportunity. You just need to be cautious. China, a mother like Africa that has so many times forsaken her children.
    It is never easy to have an honest look in the mirror. But you did it masterfully.
    Abiogbaolushola 加油

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  12. The piece is beautiful. I think the worst thing that happened to Africa is believe the lie that what we have is not beautiful enough unless a white man appreciates it.
    We blame other for our failure and I it’s time we changed. We can heal, we just have to believe

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  18. I truly appreciated this article. It evoked memories of one of the most impactful courses I took in university: African Politics. That class profoundly broadened my perspective, unveiling the depth and intricacies of Africa’s rich, diverse history.

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