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We Don’t Need No Western Boots

We don’t need no western boots,
Coming to our land with their minds set to loot.
We don’t need no western boots,
Troubling our land and acting like crooks.
Africa lays reeling under these big brothers’ rules,
So, No we don’t need any more western boots.

We don’t need no western boots,
Preaching peace and making war look good.
We don’t need no western democracy,
That we have to pay for with our blood only to discover it’s all vanity.
We don’t need no western religion,
That undermines our culture and fuels the fire of division.
No, we don’t need no western boots,
For Africa is rising; we’re done playing the fool.

We don’t need no western boots,
Killing our leaders and saying it’s for our good.
We don’t need no western boots,
Creating the problems and presenting the solutions.
We don’t need no western rules,
On how to go about our revolution.
No, we don’t need no western boots,
From now on, Africa gets to set the rules.

James Ogunjimi
Ogun State, Nigeria
May 2014

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53 Years From Now

53 Years from Now

Nigerians want change, but they don’t want pain.

Nigerians cry for better lives, but they leave it all for fate.

“E go better, e go better”, is the age old slogan,

53 years from now, we’ll still be singing the same song.

 

53 years from now, frowns will still crease our brow.

53 years from now, our youths will still get slaughtered like fowl.

53 years from now, our anthem will still be “E go better.”

53 years from now, we’ll still be at the rung of the ladder.

 

53 years from now, our oil will probably have dried up.

53 years from now, our crops will probably have died off.

53 years from now, our treasury will probably be empty.

53 years from now, we’ll still have to live with impunity.

 

53 years from now, war may have ravaged our land.

53 years from now, we may have spent ourselves fighting a selfish battle.

53 years from now, we’ll be looking back wishing for what is long gone.

53 years from now, our children may grace our graves with spittle.

 

We have waited for a messiah for long enough.

We have sat still living life just the way it was.

Nigeria must awake from its slumber,

Or 53 years from now, there’ll be nothing left to remember.

 

Footnote:-The poem is dedicated to the nation called Nigeria. 53 years and still crawling. 53 years and still strung to Mama’s (the west) apron strings. 53 years and still bedevilled with wrong leaders and cowardly citizens. It is a call to Nigerians to awake and not wait for another 53 years to act.