All hail NEPA
Nigeria‘s God of Darkness (II)
NEPALAND. Blackout Country. Outage Hell.
Candles. Lanterns. Flashlights,
Ancient oil-lamps and their yellow peril:
The cock of our early lights has not begun to crow
Generator country and its deafening madnesses
Where the noise-bomb shakes marble mansions
To their golden bases; an ounce of light
Ten tons of detonating terror
Generators: diesel-driven, petrol-powered,
To every person their own silence-slayer
In a country where noise is the national anthem
In which tribe and tongue consistently differ
Everyone has their share of our national darkness
From the porter who sweats beneath the nation’s yoke
To the rich and ruthless whose private greed
Compounds the public need
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Ruler after ruler, from multi-medaled Generals
To tall-capped undertakers of our democratic hoax
Have passed brave budgets to end the national shame
Budgets which never rise beyond their bottomless pockets
NEPALAND NEPALAND LEPERLAND
Grand Distributor of our national darkness
Our rulers grope and grab in patriotic frenzy
The people stumble and slip on their lightless trails.