LIFEINSLUM

life on dirt The history of ghetto is life on dirt.   Is a life that picture how the colony of wretched faces live life? Also, is a direct explanation to expose the fallacy of government who says they are sanitizing the ghetto environment? In every part of this colony semblance of this picture tell more realistic story that the paupers’ “ live on dirt ” .   It never painted a world of beautification as the language appraisal has always goes-by by the profit government. Instead, what we have open the ass of the top for eyes to see obviously and interpret consciously, that, the words and alphabet which bombard our screen is not taking life away from dirt in ghetto. Like in the streets of ghettos this semblance (olorun ni shola st. oriege) can be easily located in every corner of every houses, roads, major places like the market square (boundary, Oriege, Alaba etc), schools environs, playing field (like the picture below) and all part of the

KOJO IN PAINS A Street where memory of pain won’t fade out Homes of broken heart Of a rag tag world Fence with barbaric civilization Halloween under the hot ball As hands beg for tomorrow Hunger the head laid Ignorance feeds on brains Policy crashes life While misery clone everyday Life live with nothing and soreness Pathetic poems are being recited As days count itself And reality speak more of why Crisis plagues and never fakes existence Hope is rocket to no exist Being Clergy deep hands in paupers’ pocket And uses religion to build of deception Schools is in shanty outlook Poverty in continuation Everyday words inscribes pains Heart carries bundles of bitterness Faces tell the stories The future is seeing today …Kojo in pains. What all these words talks about is how this colony live life. The memory of not simply forgetting what happened as

  Seeing the world, the dungeon world, the colony of scavengers, is the world of raggers of all clans feeding like rat-like animals that the casino gamblers hold life ransom with their capital philosophy. To doubt whether this is not a rat-like world is to put our fingers in our eyes by saying we don’t see the other-side of life. And as memory reflects to sentence out the world of raggers is a crime to human society. Each day of everyday this world begs to have the meaning of life in fullness. Survival is a countless entity of the wretched faces that hunger has scrap what life meant from us. Never to doubt is to examine the ugly side of design the top has engrave with meaningless. In the centre of this colony many things mature from day to day as plunge misery. Children of these raggers become another continuation of semi-colon of their parents. The street is litter with many pathetic stories like seeing peer groups continue to become gangs, and also, an opportunity for oppo