Executive- My powers are absolute, thus I am totalitarian. The legislature and judiciary are each subservient to my whims. I pass my bills with attendant compliance, and interpret my own terms as the law. I shut the doors of compassion, I am very deeply elusive. I give no room at all to dissent. I get bloated with the treasures of the nation. In a leap year's tenure I bulldoze my way back to my incumbent status. And when four multiplies two, I impose a minion to cover my ills.
Legislature- To obnoxious decrees I give my consent. I inflate yearly forecasts to become opulent. I am gratified for the cabinet servants' affirmation. I always my selfish treaties ratify. I am undoubtedly slavish to executive excesses. I seek the redress of constituents' grievances to enlarge my pocket's size. And above all else, I am largely rubber stamp.
Judiciary- My evasive justice is yours' to reap if you are a top notch, whilst I withdraw the distributive and restorative from insolvents. I base my interpretations on business interests, and make laws for the interests of a cabal. Equity and rights are only in my constitution stated. But in reality they are no more than abstract twins. The sacred laws of our national prospectus I serve as a weak custodian of, and weaker still in the face of political heavyweights. But with all the lofty responsibilities I am reverently saddled with, I can do nothing more than empower bigwigs because I am weak, and they are powerful.
The characteristic traits of Nigeria's three arms of government.
Trails of light impair sight Pulsating snake-like kites Shine stronger collectively More from than the left or right I, cannot see properly What is in front of me Peak lightning streaks
Been here before Status is temporary Symptoms of brain fatigue Or excessive use of screens Warning signs align Step away from this stationary place Researching this state No pain or migraine Time to vacate by taking a break
broken surroundings hidden underneath discrete skins flat spots drowning in superficial layers of constricted capillaries walls embed in bleached skin
made of salty tears and eggshell crystals cutting out the wafting of diurnal light-blue ozone
resistant coating burning on crusted cheek beneath thin recalcitrant cuticles
forcing into lamping layers of red-blue- purple-yellow- green-white- ecchymosis symptoms justifying on its own
Many problems exist in a dormant state, individual or social, they are manifesting like ecchymosis in our life... at times we engage to solve them collectively or personally. While in other cases nature takes care of them as we evolve ...
The small cut sits there pulling at my pain The tears fall pulling at my heartstrings and there is so much more to suffer as I pull at the symptoms, the useless situation, I am helpless, help me, but help cannot fix what my body has come to be
I should have gone to the doctors the moment I realized something was wrong, but there is nothing I can do now but look helplessly at myself.