The Fate of Vultures: A Nigerian Poem of Wealth and Corruption
In this poem I call on Aridon, the memory god and my mentor, to restore my stolen wealth from rogue vaults. I refuse to follow the whirlwind that leaves only misery in its wake. I lament chiefs and councils who hide mountains of cash while the people starve. I paint Abuja’s elite as vultures—flash millionaires who toast champagne on garri meant for the poor. I name architects of wind-razed mansions and expose their hollow dreams. I mourn the fate of those who live in the prisonhouses of their own crimes. I know why the eagle, stripped of its proud feathers, can no longer ascend the iroko. I pity these vultures: if they avoid jail, they die praised only by their own kind.
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