It is dark <br />The ghetto, even the big city <br />self wey get tall tall buildings <br />all of dem dark. <br />No light <br />Except for God light <br />Wey dey shine tru n true. <br />Everywhere dey boring <br />Especially wen everybody <br />Don commot go hustle <br />For night, <br />dem go on I better <br />pass my neighbor wey the noise <br />and the smoke no good for body. <br />Bad road, <br />Fit commot woman belle <br />sote another person compound <br />don turn major route. <br />Finish big school <br />no job, the one wey dey na <br />transport shop the salary finish. <br />Okada <br />wey person take dey <br />maintain, ogas for top done banam, <br />turning sand inside garri. <br />Good water <br />No dey to drink, the wan wey dey, <br />we go Waka tire and if we dey come <br />back, dust and dirty Don fullam. <br />Even the borehole wey ogas dem <br />build, hungry boys don corner am <br />Boko haram <br />No dey allow me sleep like pikin <br />again, I don turn fish wey dey <br />use one eye sleep weda day or night<br /><br />Enebeli Prada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/african-child-lamentation/
