LIFEINSLUM

Living under oppression is what the heart can’t bear, the flesh wails against, and the words vomit the poison she swallowed because it kills. Oppression for generation, for centuries has lived in human society as a plague. Is all about one class dominating the other? Oppression never exists as a single entity. It exists juxtaposed with the means production. Talking of oppression is also talking of the superstructure system in various existed society. Every oppression long subsist have a modernize way of it, which go through the process of revolution as far the motive of, is to control the means of production. Why oppression is a plague, is because, the way the oppressed have been oppress by the controller of wealth, which brings to mind the struggle of thousand of workers and poor people to massively troop out to ‘vomit the poison she swallowed’. This struggle is a struggle that prove and test the strength of the might of oppressed, to confront a battle against oppression. What this

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

Everyday the poor live, the memory of pain live with them. They sleep and wake with it. Always life remains the same without change. Is never a stratify story that the poor in the version of existence are living. It is a reality that never speaks of how the history of millions of poor in ghettos, in the world they carry their life in thorny plate. In this ghetto I long visited, it tells a lot of stories which the ink can’t exhaust inscribing all day. The motive for this is that, the everyday that passes the volume of rag-tag colony experiences continues to fill the basin. These experiences weigh volumes or scenes of how an oppressed class is deprive from the value of having life to fullness, is categorize to remain in such an environment that today and tomorrow will never stop bleeding pains and tears. When I was in this community life there has no meaning in the book of those acclaim government who uses the poor plight as an opportunity to bridge their interest

The children of the paupers’ are a continuation of ignorance about the real life that confronts this society. Ignorance has been structure by the government of capitalism to be what we should always live with. What to be known about what to know is now narrow with emptiness and dead trap learning environment. Learning conveniently is what humans should have as much naturally the possibility of acquiring it to standard is not doubted to posses. Surpluses is everywhere right from the very beginning this world have its form and size from the evolutionary process of the big bang explosion, necessity to acquire knowledge of everything is not limited. But, still, the story becomes another dimension in history. To class these humans, pen with explore in meaning and simplification is to divide this meaning by saying, the head in mold are the toilers’ off-spring and class that learn in a dead trap school where flood learn with them. What is learn is not about scientific environment but