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
Virtue of checkered antecedence.
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.
the pictures of old colonial Nigeria in an unfinished poetry
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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