Dark skin, melanin
Clearheaded and educated
And now obviously frustrated
From all the history books rewritten
I know you expect us to keep on the way you illustrated
But the elders came through—got our ways right
And thankfully highlighted the facts you sugarcoat
Black being misled and misguided.
“Invade, loot, rape and enslave”
They’d say they brought us out of our “caves”
Still the method of our ancient constructions you have not explained.
You are greedy and you see in us greatness you cannot attain
You masquerade, infiltrate
You plant evil seeds,
You corrupt
Na you wey shit for shrine.
Our suffering, rioting, hungering, and our demise
Seem to be an artfully orchestrated game of your design
As our poverty, mortality, illiteracy seems to be on the rise
And the economics of our continent is in decline
You take the best of minerals from the mine
But still, backstab us and regard us as dirty swine
I know you feel certain elements have shifted in this, our time,
You messed with this generation of mine,
Put our sanity on the line
So remember on every evening that you’re sipping wine
Reminiscing on how your plans aligned
Just like the stars align.
Don’t forget the hands of karma would never misalign.
Na you wey shit for shrine – You desecrated the shrine (holy place)
Oyetayo, Eniola (preferably Oblivion) is a 21-year-old, student of meteorology and climate science in Lagos, Nigeria. He is an Afrocentric creative inspired by the originality of African culture and civilization. When not writing he listens to music, reads novels, and researches history.
You can reach him on Twitter @ankarawhore