They are but minor cases they say
when we tell of dying children with hungry mothers,
of pot bellied fathers and empty pockets,
of slim cases politicians point out.
Preserve your strength for the elections
for then we will pack you food
and fill your pockets with change.
So, we wait–
Four years on four,
it is then our angel touches the water,
to stir one Naira into our palms.
Of slim and minor cases, we be majority still.

Abasiama Udom is a poet and writer with a love for all things witty, wild and not too warm. Her interests include politics, the afterlife, human nature, creativity and (Twitter).
Categories: Poetry