IN NIGERIA

In Nigeria
A repeated theme dances through many homes,
Permanently enthroned to rule over the occupants,
To torture the submitting and gullible,
To destroy every fabric that holds home and hearth,
The bottle, green, brown,
The king that rules with an iron sceptre,
Dictates when the head leaves or returns to his home,
Completely influencing the kind of companions to engage,
Those who lure him onto higher levels of intoxication;
Hey! Bring more, more bottles here,
Serve everyone here,
I am capable.
And bottles saturate the venue,
Intoxication plunges men into an abysmal state of stupor
And the king, the bottle
He laughs, loud and hard
As he knocks adults around
Full grown adults who do not know their left from their right,
Fathers that can not set the pace for progeny,
They learned from own parents
But ignore the succession taking place in their children.
Progeny learn by watching,
Whatever daddy does must be cool
And they play the bottle,
Setting up a bar of their own,
Their make-believe arena,
For their make-believe king bottle
To reign supreme;
They feign drinks,
Get up to stagger and shout,
Alas, that is but practice
And it makes perfect,
Aids metamorphosis into drunken adults
Controlled by king bottle.
In Nigeria,
Go around towns, take statistics
Of business establishments,
The jaw must drop forcing mouths open
At the continuous recurrence of thrones,
Thrones set up for none other than king bottle,
Whose sole aim turns him into a worm in homes,
Causing discord, mischief, disorder,dissatisfaction,
Ensuring that the entirety of the next generation is devastated,
Given vices instead of virtue
Made drunks instead of sober in-charge adults,
Undisciplined and unfaithful,
A generation that cannot be trusted
To foster the human race.
King bottle never hurries
Gradually recruiting many other sub-kings,
Tobacco, Cocaine, Heroin, Tramadol
To stagger generation after generation,
Until the original super human
Lies weak, submerged under pools of drugs,
Thoroughly saturated with toxic substances
That render him impotent to take decisions
And execute decisions that further the promotional cause of mankind.
Eyes stand blinded,
Ears dulled,
That listen to the wooing songs
The alluring music that king bottle makes.
Until the addiction is fought,
Broken and replaced by divine addiction,
King bottle continues to reign,
Taking marvelous destinies
To early unfulfilled graves.
16th August 2017.