June 27, 2014 1.24 p.m.
We are strangers flung together
By fate or wicked life designs, in each other we must now trust
The daggers and the jealous thoughts we must halt
Strangers to these climes, yet we must exist within these borders.
We are strangers strung together
Puppets who dance at the puppeteer’s orchestra
Our hopes and aspirations a comic relief in public arena
Condemned to an existence fraught with fear, hate and mortal distrust.
Together, we must build and nurture
Put aside all suspicions of marginalization and segregation
Before us is the night’s and morning’s work
In the morning light we face each other with smiles, but at night we stick knives into each other’s backs.
Merci
8.07 a.m. July 11, 2014
Sounds like an arranged marriage
Sounds like an arranged marriage
Hi Lucky, yes it is a sort of Arranged Marriage.
Such cruelity on the couple
Relate it to the Nigerian situation.
What makes a Nigerian situation different from any other?
My dear Lucky, this piece is actually a parody of the Nigerian situation. Created in mistake, strange fellows forced to co-exist and co-habitate. It is not entirely a “domesticated ” theme.