22 July 2015

"Not My Business," by Niyi Osundare




NOT MY BUSINESS

They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

They came one night
Booted the whole house awake
And dragged Danladi out,
Then off to a lengthy absence.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

Chinwe went to work one day
Only to find her job was gone:
No query, no warning, no probe -
Just one neat sack for a stainless record.

What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

And then one evening
As I sat down to eat my yam
A knock on the door froze my hungry hand.
The jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn
Waiting, waiting in its usual silence.
© Niyi Osundare   [more...]

4 comments:

jward said...

Although the immediate reference is to an African country, the poem resonates what happens in the United States of American.

Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

Rethabile said...

How so, Jerry?

mo'yosola. said...

Love this poem! Especially because it was by a respectable nigerian. I studied it in GCSE English.

Poetman said...

...ahh this so well written and so often agreed too when read, and then forgotten...

Thank You Rethabile

I once wrote a poem like this about Lora...

http://1poet4man.wordpress.com/2007/10/10/last-night-lorca/