Izuu's Turn

Certain words are so common that they do not strike us With the very pungency they always demand. Words like “insult” are often so common that oft, In times of its multiple exteriorisations, We do not extensively understand the implications! What then is insult? A leader who believes his personal views are superior To those of the people s/he leads. What is insult? A man who inherited power at 19 Established abusive powers for 15 Forced into glamorous exile for 25 Then returns suddenly to lay claim to power. What is insult? A man who loses duly recognised presidential polls Sends emissaries to tear up result sheets Holds on to power with the support of filial oligarchy Barricades the election winner in a hotel arrest And refuses adamantly to relinquish power. What is insult? A man who impoverishes his country men for 23 years Is ousted from power by popular revolt He runs into exile and some leaders are taking him into asylum. Asylum from what? His political crimes? What is i

Tune it up! Yes, please do The lies! The pretences! The Deceit! The fabrications! Increase the intensity of The anger! The venom! The hate! The slander! Turn it up more than a notch The rhetoric! Hate sermon! Vile messages! Evil rantings! Exceedingly glamorise The subterfuge! The rationalisations! The defence! The propaganda! Stir up much action The militancy! The revolution! The violence! The pogrom! Blow them up! Others' homes! Others' shrines! Their cities! Their investments! Severe their heads With Machetes! With axes! With clubs! With stones! Tear them to shreds With grenades! With bazookas! With shelling! With bombs! Roast their headless carcasses With plutonium! With uranium! With nukes! With irradiation! But before you do Things you must do Sear your conscience with red-hot rod Fry your brain in red-hot oil Cut out your heart with red-hot knife Dice the red-liquid dripping tissue Into red-hot atomic chips Gouge your eyes with red-hot iron Pull your testicles w

Location: A secluded, posh residential area in a West African city Laurent: I don't know why they are after me! The Baba in Harare got a shared government. And the other one shared with that small boy in Nairobi. Why is my own different, Baba? And see that boy in Lome, that immediately took over from his father ... and Baba, you allowed him? Baba Olu: You don't know anything, Laurent. You see... Laurent: (Clears his throat loudly)   Why are you talking like that, Baba? Is it because you lost third term? Baba Olu: Shut up when I am talking to you! That is why you lost and will continue to lose. Oya, go and hand over to Allasan kia kia , or I will tell my boy in Abuja to shoot you out of here! Laurent: (Falls on his knees) Baba, this is not fair!  Consider me now and share this thing for us now. Baba Olu: I will not because it is too late now. If you were wise, you would not have lost the election in the first place. (Whispering) Watch what will happen in Abuja this