LIFEINSLUM

When we live under oppression and wanted to end it, we continue keeping the flame burning always no matter the cost. This has being the objective of many freedom fighters, who think oppression is a killer disease in an exploitative system of expropriation. . But how sustaineous can the flame continue burning even when things get tough and critical. The motive of this is because histories never abstract in event, as those acclaim freedom have quenched the flame with their hands, instead of sustaining it. And the result of such consequences is ideas walking into limbo. Why the flame shouldn’t be quenching? Is because, these revolutionaries called socialist in their long history of struggle of building the mass in ghetto, has proven steadfastness in theory and practical. They have shown that they had duty to humanity, to theirselves and also, changing world to better place. The screen portrayed and talks the very day the government Jonathan unleash an attack on the mass, when the oil

               When talk of the future it raises many thought that cling the heart. How will it look like? Will it be brighten? Will her dreams come to pass? How soon shall it be? Where does tomorrow going to trek? Which route is the possibility and probality? Is it going to be thorny? Will heart faint when eyes can’t b bear any longer? Who shall fingers point to? Where shall words channel grieve to? How can contradictions be tire open? At the end, where does meaning going to get her interpretation and relativity.               Words never sleep without answers when listen to these words on the mouth pour out, tell on what determine or determine not the future. Is it vision or system? Not to miss meaning to interpretation in material relativity is to clear definition. To think vision is a smooth road to the future speaks a falsification of reality. Vision to a great length of reasoning is narrow to collate the relativity of life and reality. This is the blink edge of saying, why vis

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