I will cut my nose to spite my face
Troublesome, nosey, ambivalent
This nose must go; rid me of this
So, please let me cut this pinnochio!
Useless nose, always smelling what it ought not
My mouth allows salubrious satiation
Those eyes coddle all manner of flesh
Of a truth my ears make me sexy
But I must cut this nose,
yes this proboscis of your comfort
Builder of your cities and mansions.
I would still breath wouldn’t i, with my mouth?
I’d remain pretty, wouldn’t I?
beautiful bride to all.
Northern moths to my Fragrances would still dance.
My person would live, my ego intact
Western elites their ivory towers build.
But I see my nose as a burden.
Look around me and see
My shanties for your cities
Our widows for your wedding ceremonies
I must cut my nose to spite my face.
Then, we would dialogue .. You will listen to me.
My mouth will lead the conversation
My eyes will describe the desolation of the delta
Your ears must hear of the wanton poverty
From Oloibiri till now… we are horses for your parades
But no more, this nose that tantalises you must go
We will cut and burn; burn and pillage all noses
Then whence would flow your wealth?
Shouldn’t I cut my nose to spite my face?
At least I will have your attention
Ogoni land that you’re rejuvenating not withstanding
We are not tired of our drumbeats –
To the creeks, I say to the creeks
Burn it down, let them go find their oil somewhere else!
© June 12, 2016. Adewale Adeniji.