Stop Ignoring Us!

Oh Please!

My elders!

Why do you keep saying "son,

You are the leader of tomorrow,"

When I don't even get the back row seat of your decision making?


Yes, the mother hen dines with the duck,

Yet, she loses her future to the predating hawks

Our elders,

You, the old quadrant of the circle that doesn't care about the younger quadrants.

You tell us to gaze at the sun, when our eyes can't even withstand the twinkling stars

You say our weakness causes upset in your stomach

But I say, hungry men don't belch

Its the number of stomachs the nanny has that makes her walk on four legs,

It's has never been about her baby.

Let the yam stop blaming the pot for cooking her children!

Let her learn from the cassava,

Her younger sister, who sacrifices her life to save her future


The world isn't your inheritance,

It's a loan

You borrow it from your children

The classroom is not the teacher's

It's for the students who will teach the teacher's children.

My pen needs to rest