By Nehi Igbinijesu
What thought we’d never do
Did we shameless-loathed
Abased but our janus appeased
Straddled along frigid banisters
And lonely staircases creaking
With sounds disorderly
No inhibitions- no cares
Forgetful of nuptial daliiances
Wreaking gleefully at rompous booty
To stay alive pleasuring
At a gun’s barrel headward
Of a knackered-brained killer
Moralising our compromise
Satiated yet sorrowful
With filth filled stomachs
Drenched by a pale full
From the River Styx
Had I known that this would entail
The killing of thine own soul
Left alone I would prefer
Than destroy more than repair
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
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This article was first published on 1st February 2013
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Nehikhare Omotayo Igbinijesu is an Economist, Poet, and Social Entrepreneur. 'He is the author of The Code: A Simple Story About Raising Great Women' and 'Marriage: 12 Questions You Need To Ask Before You Say, “I Do”'. He lives in Lagos with his wife, Akudo and two sons. He is Co-founder of Stuffsilos.com, a motivational resources company based in Lagos. You can email him via nehijesu [at] yahoo.co.uk
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