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The Poor Man’s Salary

By Goto Emmanuel

 

Everyday is a salary,

But the fruits we eat are more than the wages

The farmers toil taller than the seed they harvest.

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The hustle of life is to full the empty stomach

And make the frowning faces gleam.

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The world aims for more and more,

Hustle and struggle day and night,

But yields nothing in the shelter of the pauper.

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Why not come in bundle you salary!

Who knows the abode of salary?

Travelling like the sun rays in man’s purse

Deducting fare without notice.

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The empty stomach must be filled

The tattered cloths must also be sowed

Even the stale furniture are gazing with rust and dust

All must be filled by the same earn.

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The salary of life is an unending journey

Whose paths link to everything in life

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We stressed for the future

We earn; but when earn,

Daddy brings his shattered boots in the box

And calls “aboki” to beautify it

Mama also submits cost for the tripod

And we submit diary of the term fees.

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Poor man salary is like a weak soldier in my country

Who disappoints them in a million times in the battle field

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Salary is salary — but not all salaries are rich

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I heard the muttering of the poor man in the air

I read the long letter of the poor man to the NEPA body

Rejecting the light because of his probable cause

Cause; sooner, tax and the tattered bills will be asked.

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If I will not be self employed

I will be salaried employed

If I don’t work, I will not receive

What we work, we earn.

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We owe credit just for the name sake

But the rich do more exploit with the earns

Just like a rock to the needy,

burden to the poor, but blessing to the rich

Which blur the thoughts of the wretched

But brightens the sky of the rich in an island.

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Man earns is a factor to his life

Shattered incomes has caused cassava to soak in the barn of the pauper.

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The day sweat is an expectation of compensation

We expect more than Lazarus of old

We earn salary to fulfill our desire

But the short earns is the fire that ignites the light in the house

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Fowl in caravan is like a country in recession

Whose budget is low like battery

Our budget now is no where to be found.

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We worked, earned and spent but not satisfied

The poor man earns is a burden but the rich man salary is like milk and honey.

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Goto Emmanuel hails from Opuba, Arogbo in Ese-odo local government Ondo state, Nigeria. An undergraduate in Niger Delta University, Wilberforce island, Bayelsa state. An ijaw by tribe. A christian. A poet, Essayist, fiction writer and a budding lawyer. Gentle and passionate. Optimistic and God fearing. His hobbies are reading, writing , swimming and football. He loves nature. Most poems of Goto Emmanuel are about nature, politics and love. A lover of book who strives to do his possible best in the work art.

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Our Global Village & The Dawn after the Pandemic

By Obinna Chilekezi

Our global village
 
a global village indeed!
as while in school, we’re
warned of dangers of going global
for a big small village, but we thought only
of the passion and money, the beauty and trade

never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!

never told to watch that one day
china would sneeze, the rest of 
the globe would catch virus
and locked down for days, and deaths
would rise to the mount and graves swollen

never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!

here we are today, this virused world
revolving around in this global village
of national borders closed, states closing theirs too
even local authorities banging theirs strongly too


never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!

can this be end of our global village
as the lights in the village went off, from house to house
to your tents O’ Israel, as local authorities banged their doors
and the villages return back to their huts
or could there be another rebirth of the globe, as we know it.

never before is man this caged, as
the wilds freely move daily activities, unconcerned!
The dawn after coronavirus pandemic

Loud smiles creep across the waves. Yes smiles were loud
At the meander of holding hands again together
All along the landscape of nesting
And the incredulous affectation, in the air
As we danced to the tune of the invigorated song of laughter

The weather in blue bright. Reminder of then days of isolation
From days of death, fear and rumours of
That deadly virus that swan across the
Gatepost of boundaries, darkly and oozing 
Out more deaths along every corners of the globe

The earth became sick. Sick of the deaths of its pride, mankind; 
our earth was sick, with its garters down, in the 
foam chest of doubt. Darkness became
The beginning of the morning sun, and love
Was kept at bay. Our lovely sandlot turned gray

Then this new dawn. This dawn
Became warn and grew like our Iroko of hope. And
It came as a time of relief, unimaginable
Or imagined - we all in unison said 
Bye bye to covid 19, bye bye to its death.

The Earth became sick. Sick of the deaths of its pride, mankind; 
our Earth was sick, with its garters down, in the 
foam chest of doubt. Darkness became
The beginning of the morning sun, and love
Was kept at bay. Our lovely sandlot turned gray

Then this new dawn. This dawn
Became warn and grew like our Iroko of hope. And
It came as a time of relief, unimaginable
Or imagined - we all in unison said 
Bye bye to COVID 19, bye bye to its death.

Loud smiles creep across the waves. Yes smiles were loud
At the meander of holding hands again together
All along the landscape of nesting
And the incredulous affectation, in the air
As we danced to the tune of the invigorated song of laughter

Obinna Chilekezi is a Nigerian poet and insurance practitioner whose poems have been published in journals and anthologies. He has three published collections which are: Son Chikeziri too died, Rejection and other poems and Songs of a Stranger in the Smiling Coast. One of his insurance texts won the 2016 African Insurance Organisation Book Award. He can be used on ugobichi@yahoo.com or obinnachilekezi1@gmail.com.