I SEEK A BANKER

 

I seek where to bank my treasure.

A worthy and trusted bank

I seek.

Sometimes, I hate banks.

I feel like keeping my treasure myself.

Much hurtful news have I heard

about them--failed banks

flushing oodles of customers’

treasures down the drain--just like that?

Broken heart, hypertension, suicide…

were the companions of victims.

I saw it, heard it, felt it and dread it!

Can I ever trust any bank?

Can she keep my treasure safely?

No!

I lack trust in any,

therefore, I have chosen to keep it myself.

At the appointed time my appointed banker

shall appear and bank my treasure for me.

 

But since you appeared on the scene

I have been troubled deep inside

to give out my treasure

to be banked by you

'cause it leaps after you.

Is this the appointed time I have waited for?

Are you my appointed banker?

Can I entrust to you my treasure?

Can you guarantee me its safety?

I know a million battalions and legions of soldiers

with the best arms and ammunition

cannot afford the security,

but Trust and Faithfulness

from you will do it.

My heart is fragile!

 

 

THE BLACK PRINCESS

 

You were coal

and coal was you,

soaked in our ethos;

the ocean of Africa

flows through your pipe

with ease.

The golden pride

of African ladies!

 

But your caprices and laxity

was ash thrown on the face of Africa;

you tender your priced coal skin

with chemicals

to look western?

But nemesis was your host,

what a scorn and catastrophe

on African ladies you once symbolized. 

You are neither your intention

nor your former self,

not even better than a leper

with your plagued skin

and dilapidated face!

 

 

CIRCLE OF BONDAGE

If my eyes drop tears, its
not because I have them in abundance
but because:
That money meant to service infrastructure 
ended in private pockets,
the private pockets of our estranged leaders.

 

If my eyes drop tears, its
not because I have them in abundance
but because:
Our dilapidated roads, now death-traps,
have overfed the grave,
made many orphans, widows, widowers,
many still mourning.

 

If my eyes drop tears, its
not because I have them in abundance
but because:
Our best hospitals have turned into glorified health centres,
lives wasting away like ‘pure water,'
with a proliferation of fake drugs.
No one to come to our rescue.
The morgues can admit no more, for lack of space.
Those that should fix the mess
engage in medical tourism abroad with their families
at the slightest health challenge.

 

If my eyes drop tears, its
not because I have them in abundance
but because:
Our academic sector has been watered down. 
The university is now a glorified secondary school.
Strikes are the norm.
Those that should fix it 
have their children and wards abroad
on academic tourism.

 

If my eyes drop tears, its
not because I have them in abundance
but because:
We now pay for darkness.
Those that should fix power have
generators, solar and inverters.
Their lights never blink.

 

If my eyes drop tears, its
not because I have them in abundance
but because:
Those that should sack the estranged leaders via the ballot
now fraternize with them in the season of elections
and sell their votes and destinies for peanuts,
mortgaging their future and giving generations
a perpetual siege of poverty and 
circle of bondage.

© King Buohien Ediare

 

Bio:  King Buohien Ediare is a lawyer turned writer and has been published in literary journals including Literary Yard among others. Some of his latest works will soon hit the bookstands. He enjoys being in the womb of nature near waterfalls, rocks, streams, and woods.  He is based in Lagos, Nigeria.