Your night came as whirlwind sweeping the tides
to thorns and misery.
For love, you became unioned in a scandal
whose hero jailed truth for white lies.
Kirikiri unfleshed your dreams, dreams
fractured by crucified Sikiru, ‘SARS’ bound,
and your days, five years a slave, and two preys
planted your sun in grave darkness of the Nigerian black hole.
And though your light shines, now at Dawn,
like your past are zillions of Adetola
who, for the fall of flawed Democracy shall
walk, not only on needles in barren prisons but
shall, with sterile eyes behold aspirations decay
till Silence beckons.
Ours is only paradise for those with the black tongue
‘Our Nation of many woes’.
(The poem depicts the story of Ajayi Adetola, a physically disabled man who was incarcerated for five years for a crime he was innocent of. His story is a reflection of the frailty of our system of Government that constantly subject its citizenry to inhuman treatments. Today, we have in our jailhouses those who have committed no crime but are languishing in pains day in and out. How long shall this mess continue?)
