Poem

23/07/2009

The dreaded new African talking drum

Drums damaging every eardrum

Day, night, its message, a bush fire,

Consuming village to presidential villa

It talks in all 340 tribal tongues

Drumming into dreams, destroying sleep themes

But no one dances to the noisy polluting tune

Of the new African talking drum

President to prostitute

Restaurant to research institute

Police to petrol station

Right across the darkened nation

It drums a dirge, mourning

From dusk to dawning,

The world wide waking,

As power dies again, again, and again.

Nigeria requires a 100,000Mw energy revolution

Making every city an electri-City.

To be truly ‘I fine pass my neighbour’

Silence the new African talking drum- the generator.

‘I fine pass my neighbour’ is colloquial for a generator