May 22, 2018

THE MASS RAPE OF NIGERIA


                                         
TO THE LEFT MOST MORIBUND DISHONOURABLE ARCHAIC NIGERIA
Earl of Misery and Baron Of Mischief.

This requiem-like piece to your lordship of mischievious plains and infecund gallivanting
Over this apostate pleateus;is without nothing,but reproof of history to dismantle its virulent hood wrought by superficial hegemony,whose paroxysm of moiety ,blanketed this plains like a chilling but  nefarious fog. This contemptuous epistles ,witness I have of your reprobate disposition stinking high heavens,not to be insensate of the unblushing lines,makes it apposite for reproof.What I have chaste is to reproof  sullen history,that traduced this plain,by its checkered acquaintance of its blemished rot,plaited by ethnocentric jingoism,that pragmatically politicked this realm with all its vitriolic and vilifying  refrains.Where the blue sky ,worth more than,to durress the earthbound beneath and shall the propensity redress chronicles by mere showing the clarity,in this most maligned context?Peradventure as it maybe,bound by fortune of penitence,albeit to the backfire of immanent censure,to truncate esoteric maledictionplaguing this contraption that the British called a country,TO WHOM I BARELY WISH LONG LIVE and by instantaneously ,unbundle and balkanize, this realm of misery and perfidy.

Your most dishonourable lordship by all ramification
IBIKUNLE LANIYAN

The Rape OF Nigeria
Disputations
Owelle Of Onitsha,for his excessive pride,surnamed Zik Of Africa,after he had caused his own tribe to be ahead politically,cruelly murdered the spirit of civilization and national development and contrary to international standard that the most educated should be allowed to rule and in top etchelon of offices,not requiring electoral power,had posed himself a longuer political dynasty that went with his ignorant folks and largely uneducated igbos,that dominated the civil service in the first republic ,to the marginalization and exclusion of noble men of letters of the most educated Yorubaland,to besiege public sector,truncated national development and plunged this plain,into Cimmerian darkness.
During which siege,the five majors,meeting one day,at the feet of Kaduna Nzeogwu,first successful coup plotter ,who fired the first salvo.In their discourses,Kaduna who grew up in the North and spoke Hausa fluently with one major General Papa Olufemi OLUTOYE,a Yoruba man had plotted to rid govt of corruption,the so called 10percenters and had agreed on the need for the coup,but when he had plotted to kill,their concord faltered  and the major withdrew his support.Still,in that unpleasant humour Later the latter ,An EDUCATED MAN ,had travelled to INDIA,he was surprised to hear the young but highly uneducated lad,who had initially plotted to hand power to Awolowo,later reneged,had perpetrated the coup and massacred  quite a top and good population of northern oligarchy.The coup plotters were all  dancing their revels,after its success on January 15,1966,being the exodus of all national predicaments.Whereupon the rest of northern oligarchy,were appalled,and at that time being inflamed by this blot,yet smothering his genteelity,for the usual aggressionlike frenzy,went back to drawing board;from whence they shortly plotted the counter coup,in aftermath of may massacre,of a whooping hundred thousands igbos,to avenge their loss of over three  hundred top hausa-fulani officers,orchestrated in the January coup.The same january coup truncated regionalism,that motivated over a century of development of preindependence era and the denial of marginalization,the easterners had lamented ever since .They came into civil service and destroyed everything and where they stopped the hausa fulani,picked it up and aggravated further.But the crux of the matter rest largely with zik,the father of acrimonious tribalism in the country and that the foundation for the civil war was laid thirty five years,before it was erupted in late sixties.The disputation lamented,tribalism was the sole predicament of nationbuilding and corruption and a host of others,were spilled out of its milk.The characters below exchanged diatribes and pour acerbic invectives as ethnocentric jingoists,to plead the disintergration of this moribund plain.


From the besieged plain of Freetown,serfdom,in all settlement indisposed
Borne by dexterous devotees of western civilization ,of the Athenians of
West Africa ,
Dewy eyed but diaphanous scion of Isogun,Iseyin local government area of
Oyo State,
Hoisted the Athens of West Africa ,Fourah Bay,as first modern university on
The continent and fourth overall in Africa,
To despoil western détente,that castrated apotheosis of reinvigorated ebony
Hence ,gashed the detachment of this pitiable desert island,from the rest of
the world ,
And to slavery bears the it a runaway servant ,which in steamy fire fret,
swallowed to bloom,
And suffuse its girdle,with glowing flames,that smokes and smotes the
Continent,
O civilization faint’s farrago and tardiness,men of distant letters,the
Landslide Saros ,saviours of Africa,
And harbinger of its western civilization,incorporated from its ivory
Towers Fourah bay,founded by the Crowthers and the CMS.



Aptly that arduous dust frisked by for its glorious dawn of archetypical
 Sunset,
Pilloried this rapture of arcadian Freetown,masquerading on its arable
 Apropos;
When the Athenians at Athens,did not its archaism fret,pour plaudits,
On iits hazy flights,
Red crimson,which blossomed,in that sheen of his gusto,where fervid
 Stars,
As far as shores of Nigeria,with pure crimson docile,did  take the great
journey into civilization,



For he by one fell swoop and with Fourah Bay,on the other hand collabo
In Crowther’s impatient tent,
Unlock the treasures troves of occidental Aladdin’s caves,to usher in Africa’s
Foremost modern revolutionary eaon,
What a priceless artwork,Yorubaland had him lent ,in the beauteous spite of
 Slavery,
Beckoning its guerdon at such arrogate tensed artery,that continental brutes
Might in the nick of times,men of letters be,albeit to more ,by lordship, nor
Battlement,to such battle weary afrocentric dusk,left ebonoid dignified by
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From the landmark Fourah Bay,onward to the first foremost  primary and secondary
Schools in Africa,
Founded by Samuel Ajayi Crowther at Badagry and by Rev.Thomas  Babington Macauley
,a Crowther’s associate,
.contd.

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 the pictures of old colonial Nigeria in an unfinished poetry

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O blissful fate relished its avalanche but albeit of its hilly beans!
And if obsess’d,as soon suffusion envelop’d and fecund and so the
Boomerang ,ivory tower’s dew distilled its flight like the eagle across Africa,
To castrate the golden misery of the feudal , serfdom era and the colonial epoch,
An abotched  deadline,to lampoon misery,rusticated ere in well begun;ageism
and civilization,
Are effeminate plow,froth to steed, from a beggarly mounds.




Age itself doth of itself barely dissuade men from etiquette,the feet of clay
without slippery slope :
What vouch needed,then vouch for vouch be spunk,to ignite forth that which
 is paramount to thee cosmos?
Or why is Owelle,the publisher of west African Pilot,dragged to the mud of that
Rich profession,
He should not be ployed with to conceal history,to conceal verity ,he interred
 On the sands of time,
From kleptocractic kinsmen and all asundry ,because it is a common heirloom?





Peradventure,his brand of journalistic  applique,fomented this proud freckle,
Of an axe  to grind,
For by their  inferiority complex lke electra complex,straing our hearts,oft tainted
Public squares;
Peradventure,that envy and derision of OLMECS,ancient Yoruboid folks and its
Cosmopolitan sophistication,
Braving superiority,disdainfully torn us apart,and smeared espirit d corps  of this
 sullen corpus,
High pitched muddleheaded mug”s game,that saner men should be barely vaunt,
That booby trap,pelted on the sands of time,which their inferiors,pleases to 
gaunt .






But guile introspection did him instigate,his all-too-tireless agoraphobia if none of
those bibliophobia;
His cosmopolitan acrimony,his rickety diplomacy,and hallucinative aity,
Borne its perfidy over all asundry,and treacherous intendment ,he goes
 into raging fire,
To salivate his animosity,which in his bloodstream trickles ,O frost false
Heart,
Fastened in vengeful spite ,that till date still greedily fledges antipathy,
And blast its siren in this raped beneath rapturously and barely grows senile !





When at Zungeru,this false lord of acrimonious ethnocentric jingoism,alighted
 this humble earth,
Well was he ravished by the intimidating posture of this heterogenous plains,
Within whose steadfast jingoism and its trickish beauty,he did encounter,
Supplanted virtue for kinsmen apotheosis,
Which of the murky passage,north to south,imbibing alien ideals,not underpinned
By this blissful sate:
When derision spited,envy would snub for mean:when envy blotted mainstream,
In respite,virtue redress that foil,that ire with alabaster moist hand of tolerance.




But envy,in that reddish danger signaled from Owelle”s vultures,doth entangle,
With that unfair field and stripped bare,heterogeneity of this vulgar plateaus;
Then etiquette claims from virtue,unfair field “s red ,which avantgarde etiquette gave
Away,its glory to the gild of men of letters,
Its golden age herald and with its lettered feet,call it then their alabaster shield;
Munificent amidst these muggings,to muse their metarmorphosis, when envy assailed
And slothed his feet ,red over swayed by intemperate maelstrom blue murder.






This intemperate moth eaten and moth balled blue murder, was with maroon island,
A sheen courted by envy,tamed by its red crimson,of either mottled colours,
Prowling intemperate from lunatic fringes impounded feet,yet he with their ambition
To battle Yoruboid enclave,to a standstill,the sovereignty of  the Athenians,either
Being so luminous,
That oft barely they interchange that golden status with watery mucilage of the
 illeterred minnows.






Their tacit  war of attrition and calumny,and inglorious spites from this snobbish
 Avant-garde
Which in Owelle”s beleagured view ,in his unfair visage,a ridicule to his maroons,
In their pure nasty,macabre ,spurt his envious cheeks,foments;where cesspool
betwixt them,should not be motheaten,
The derisive captive doth yield,to the doctrine of maroon supremacy,naveled
By its conspiracy theory,
Would still a lifelong consume,with the rapture of IPOB,and macabrestill dances
 with supremacy ,
O macabre dances,where two elephants flex,the burning grasses suffocate.




Now thinks he that his broadsheet ,not triggered by shallow tongue,
The niggard print media pen dipped in gall that applauds his broadly uneducated folks,
The infamous brawl betwixt Egbe Omo Oduduwa and Pan igbo cultural
 Group,
And Pilot vs. Nigerian Citizens,both defunct dailies of the early sixties,
 A brisky  memoir  of this war of attrition of the most ingrate personage in our
political history,
Therefore that strangulating plaudits Owelle doth frosty trumpeted,enchanted
Treachery,
That boomerang perfidy of this plains,trumped in the pall,a wasting venoms,so
 terrifying ,a jingoism by ethnocentrists of hell.




This ambiguous feet adorned by  Beelzebub,longuer fomented,the spurious
 Plaudits;
For a guile of contaminated thoughts,doth invariably foments the dickens hell,
Barely a bird in a tangled knot,ever snapped,so they feed on fest and indulge
In vain cheer,
And irreverend cheeks princely ornamented,vanity quest,whose frowardness,
As legatees,the sun’s rising momentum  and star pilloried afar off,



For he that staineth with his Achilles heels,surreptitiously masketh by base malediction
And  by base mischief,
In plaints of self esteem,that barely it deserved,placate nothing but in pacified,not mischief
 but troll aggrandized it ,
A bombshell,that cloyed tricks in goose as well as  gander,with tricky eyes,which barely salivate
Like Oliver Twist,
That they that spureth,as its own goodies of alien lands.



But he that never coped without mimicry,with nefarious eyes,could pick viles at the sublime
Of his assymetrical climes,
Nor dissect the subtle trauma of this arduous sate,adorned with its crystal checkered of such
  bookish but malignant antecedence;
He macabred at perilous baits,nor stymied by thralldom of fear,nor rein this wanton sight,
These maroon folks,the arch dickens of this plain detested exposure to the light of historical
 Gospel,nor ever thrived in its pristine rendition.




And these stories to outlandish ears,burrow stupor and racist inclined,
When in the trips to America,where suicide by Owelle almost choke he
Before a rampaging trail wagon,
And deck”d with favours from above,to the consternation of wagon coach,
Who screeched to a halt and he himself,
At the catharsis of a noble African fret to die,nor was he gem of glorious
 destiny rather but a meteoric child of circumstance.



Bruised by penury but later weaned by providence and upon  his return ,
As eminent personage,being  racist neurotic stigmatised,was not unbundled,
 Sparingly,furnaced acrimonious ethnocentrism,and so psychosis booned he
To deadweight  jingoism,
Out in a thump,far alien to the purports of the morning star,Herbert Macaulay,
Who as soon as he kicked the daisy in mid forties,assumed renegade saddle of
political power.




He by penmanship ,oratory and dangling curt concocts mendacity,an exponent
Of acrimonious jingoism,
A hangover  nightmare inculcated, indulging this foments of foul plays and
animosity,
For then this vile of malediction,Owelle ,had brought unto this tentacle of a
Contraption,
With that grueling hordes of festive blackmail,name calling,heavy contempt and
Sorcery,brandished In the fourth estate,





By the dawn pre of and post forties,had blanketed this blemished plateau like a
Chilling fog,
With its heinous instituted structures,long he disgusted,bibliodesian enclave,the
More,
With the genteel eruption of modest action group ,that wore out his goodwill
And jingoists’sail;
Now sarcasm,spite them with contemptuous  verve,doth rage for a fight;
And every specie,consumed in the frail,to haggle themselves with the slothful
 Spirit to sloth,
Salvage not at the helms of affairs,helmsmanship of thy helmsmen,nor being
Too acrimonious,given the high possibility that acrimonious practical politics,
might have erupted.




As one in which Owelle’s  hallucination lie,the assymetrical stab of his counter
Poised volition’s tentacles straining,
Yet ever tempting to his negligent influence vote,though slim chanced masquirade,
Still frail,psephologically persuades;
Hegemony to exploit,doth traffic oft for the western poll,and when the great poll
Was the sport proposed;
Though decamped trumpet be ,there was no such decamping,debunked ,
Not as trumped up by the early fifties,heaved up his hands appeals,
That much covet of this clime,are with lust for power and illicits so fond for
What they have not,
That which the alien possesses, their own they claim,and unbundle them from
The pristine heirloom inheritors.








Hence they scatter and unloose it as their bond,and so by lusting for such
Substance,
They have but able to carve a niche,stinging and sucking as parasites,
The lucrative dividends of the vandals is but a depredator ‘s astringent plow
astride,plundering of alien lands
And heirloom such grafts sustain,that they prove a niche,in this vile-vaunt
Of slothful gain.
The purport of  the whole shebang is but attrition-a run them down tactics,
As marshaled by assymetrical dialects and ethnocentrists,with stolen honour,
Parasitic plutocracy,that accelerated the smother,wherein this contempt
Clandestinely ,covertly and overtly.





A pikestaff ingrained in the virgin fabric of the Nigerian society ever since the eve of
The bunted flag,
That a maroon dissident,barely decrepit bask in this euphoria of depredative
 Predilection
 To find footing ,to oppose all ,like the rest of his folks,traumatised by inferiority
Complex,
And oft till date,that complex doth intendment sway,rattling for esteem ,sophistication
and Influence,
Flexing verve,in the matriarchal duel of all warring fields,for its vertex grandeur,economic
Summit did they gain,
The industrious sloths,in their mercantile power of miserable wain  and illgotten gain,
Ducked with psychotic infirmity,and left behind excruciating penury,for the shoulders
,upon which they climb.






Hath they not made modus viviendi much more miserable,in over half a
century of contact and trade exchange with them?
Yet the prejudice of maltreatment and apochryphal stinks greedily and
impenitent.
Wherein such illgotten gain,must now the miscreant,educated illiterate
Owelle,in his graveyard applause screamed ,
Running his pizzaz of plaudits,that his deadbone ,for nefarious lifetime
 of misfiring eulogised,
And he  for himself alone  for his harum-scarum folks,nebulous statusquo
 Maintained,
Of what good, unity in this heterogenous plain,if there be no self trust and
Calumny  immoderately  calumniates?
Then,what shall he think to find himself so much awful vile incurably endorsed.






When he himself plainant relish to slander,the  doyens of the west,
With his folks and their  hauteur spirit,
Now ,they stole upon the benediction of the west,



































































  





















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