"naira" poems
This is Nigeria
This is Nigeria; presidency turns sick leave.
This is Nigeria; one-sided democracy.
Double standard constitution, everything is dazy.
This is Nigeria; police bus be calling crowd.
Enter and become cowed.
This is Nigeria; best graduating student gets a thousand naira.
This is Nigeria; I hope we can differentiate between private and public institutions.
Lackadaisical attitudes everywhere, except religion institutions.
This is Nigeria; over a year strike in our foremost sector but it's a norm.
Corruption; a living form.
This is Nigeria; education is dull.
This is Nigeria; economy problem is solved by increased school fees.
Such government still gets a second term. Madness; it's our liss.
This is Nigeria; lot of resources but we still pray for light.
Food, security and rights.
This is Nigeria; lecturers give grades anyhow.
This is Nigeria; Animal is swallowing money.
In a government with the main aim of fighting corruption, it's funny.
This is Nigeria; politicians changing parties.
Playing with our lives like they're *******
Peter Oyebanji (PIRO)
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Stretch naira through the window,
Get a pack of biscuits,
Chew, chew and swallow,
And savour the little bits.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
Last night while teaching my niece
I told her "She is not paying
Attention", she said "she is",
and that she just paid it fifteen
Naira. By jove! the serious look on her
cute face while saying this had me laughing.
children given birth to these days are
as smart as a beautiful smartphone
and she only 3, last December
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
I promise to never stop loving you. if I got fifty naira every time I said that line then I would have bought you the car you always wanted. but if I got fifty naira everytime I meant that line, all I'd be able to buy is a bottle of Pepsi with 25cl for my mother and 25cl for today. since I'm more of a Coke guy I might not buy that drink but rather will I pay a biker to ride me to your house so I could tell you three words or turn into a wolf and howl it. better yet, I could just write the words on the moon so when it's full not only the wolves would remind you that I love you. speaking of heavenly bodies, how is your mum doing? a wise man said a husband is the only man that would see your flaws and still think you're absolutely perfect. but it's quite hard for me cos she's actually flawless. they say you are not a man until you find your wife and though I never knew my father, I'm sure he'd be proud of the man you have made me today.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
Do well to tell me,
Something I'm insensitive to; Coz for me
Am living it plain;
But for you,
It's all deceptive;
Our lives lay sides by sides,
Portrays as the naira note:
Glued together;
But clueless,
of it other side,
So please do well...
Do well to let me know.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
We daily toil, spoil and sometimes boil
Yet it’s still not enough
We cry, mourn, **** and curse
Cause we couldn’t get enough of it
We frown, hide and tell lies
Because we think we don’t have what others think we have in abundance
Call it dollar, name it naira
Whether pounds or shillings
Yen or euro, money or gold
It’s still not and will never be enough
Everyone wants to be a millionaire
The millionaire wants to be a billionaire
The billionaire wants to be a multi billionaire
From the poorest to the richest
We are all searching
For that piece of paper and metal that is never enough
Like the ground that is never tired of feeding on us
So we daily feed on money
And still yet want more money
For we can’t get enough of this thing we love so dearly
It is never enough
And will never be enough
For it was meant never to be enough
So give what you can
Save all you can
Eat what you can
And thank God for all you have
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
Garri,
My strength when I am weak,
The hero of the less.
Even the rich carve for a taste
We savor you with great haste.
Garri
The pride of our hood
In company of the ice
You need no sweetener
Your sourness gives joy.
Garri
My true love
Well fried and dried,
Then complimented with any nuts,
I come to you with my bowl!
Garri
My best friend
With tens of naira
You'd love a poor man with dignity
Living with him with no shame.
Garri
I have come to bow with my bowl
Bless my cup till it overflow
So that even when I blow,
You and I can still roll.
Title:GARRI.
S. O sther
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
Most sought after #Naira is now in her gone glory.
The beggar despise her even on the streets of her country.
Oh! Who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her eight borns surffers
The foreign currencies are now loved more as before
Anyone sent to rescue #Naira out there?
Let such tarry not.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
And the day you gave me ten naira,
With love;
And made the most delicious fufu with okra on Christmas day,
With more love;
And sold all your crates of soft drinks just so we could feed,
With inexplicable love;
And although you would baby this man and annoy me! Gosh!
All with undying love;
I deserve no other mother but you,
And I love you, mummy.
GOD bless you everyday of your selfless life. Live forever, mummy. Muah!!
Happy Mother's Day to Mama Dada <3
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Let's all sit and eat
The sour meal We ordered.
.
Let's lay aside complaint
For it's use is far passed.
.
Let's pretend like
The sweet smell has not turned offensive.
.
Let's savour this magical meal
That'll transform us in a blink.
.
It's a corruption neutralizer.
Plucked from the very tree of corruption.
.
T'will make us live white.
It's wand transform naira to dollar.
.
I'd never felt the pinch of pain
Until change devoured corruption.
.
Withered,thin and blasted change.
Like Egypt's seven ears of corn.
.
Sit silently Nigeria.
With smiles savour this sumptuous meal.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
Shall her heroes labour go in vain?
There she lies again,growing older. Her mates are growing with bounty development but vast hope still lies in the thought of her children.
She is green and white; what a beauty! She has oil to her disposal, agricultural products within her reach or should we talk about coal and steel or the erstwhile minerals in her disposition. What a wealth!
She once rose in 70s, her currency going in a duel with dollar; a naira for a dollar. What a currency!
She rode all through that era among her Negroid family, her Congoid peers were admiring her stardom, the western was dismayed by her rise.
And she had heroes; her brave children. These children had fought her freedom from the westerners and started a revolution but there it was; she had bad kids; one who haunted her despite being their mother.
Her bad kids defied others of power, stole our mother's wealth and still oppressed their brothers and sisters with their stolen. Even went further in manipulating their siblings brains with cooked lies so as to get power and steal their mother's wealth and still opress their siblings.
Also, she had crazy kids; they believed in her downfall so they attacked her children (their siblings) for their selfish and unbelievable wants.
Mother Nigeria is getting weak day by day, some children wants to help but the brainwashed and bad siblings won't allow. Some children are joining the "train of destruction" of their mother because they don't to be on a losing side and feels it's a normal act.
Her heroes (children who fought for her) are going in vain, day by day, she is dying slowly by the activities of her children. No one wants to start a revolution because of those in poor.
The giant of Africa is gradually becoming timid and her tag being questioned.
And there her children has feud over their races and religion and bitterness grown over them.
What would happen to mother Nigeria while some of her children only have hope filled in her while others have ran away for shelter from other mothers.
Shall the giant of Africa rise again, shall her heroes labour go in vain, would her children unite in peace and make her great?
Only time and God can tell.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
FOLLOW THE RULE
In a land where corruption is a virtue
Integrity is a crime
In a land where mediocrity is revered
Originality is a sin
Do away with your old believes for nobility is a lonely road leading to despair
and justice might never come if it isn't cheered on by the thumping sound of the kobo and naira
Kiss your honesty goodbye for it carries no weight nor honor
Bury your morals it isn't needed in the rural
Where sanity is scorned
Where insanity is embraced
Where righteousness is forsaken
Where wickedness admired
Do not try to be holy
It will only make you lonely
Do not turn the other cheek
It will only give you a bruised cheek
Where abnormality is normal
Where sanity is frugal
Try not to waste your strength
Follow the rule.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC