Lagos is Killing Me—Enunciates the place of literature in Society

Oloyede’s Lagos is Killing Me is not a cliché, even though Lagos strangles many souls. Even if Oloyede had titled this collection of poems, Nigeria is Killing Me, that will lay bare the current state of affairs in a nation of two contrasting ends, the nouveau rich and the poor who barely survive on less than a dollar a day.

Before I delve into the meat of this collection. The place of literature in retelling our collective history should never be downplayed. And Oloyede begins the collection with a powerful poem ‘I have learned how to Live.’ In this poem, Oloyede through verses assesses how the poor in society have learned to live. These lines resonate:

“I eschewed the ragged snares of regret with the plea of grateful

dispositions,

floated in the wind of outrageous dreams and contracted

              succour from waiting-

              waiting for an economic angel,

              waiting for the cornrow of gladness to sprout,

              waiting for the rainbow while drifting in the garrulous storm.

Like many Lagosian and Nigerians, who have learned to live in squalor amid plenty. This poem tells a story of a people who are in perpetual wait for succour. To put this in proper context, a former Governor of Lagos State, Bola Ahmed Tinubu, only just arrived in Nigeria after a prolonged Medical Tourism in London, United Kingdom. This is not a strange narrative when it comes to Nigeria and its political leadership, as the President of Nigeria also frequents the United Kingdom to treat undisclosed health-related issues. A luxury majority of the citizenry who are not provided with adequate medical infrastructure can barely afford.

The next poem that caught my attention was ‘Moribund Restaurant.’ And to contextualize this, the moribund restaurant in this scenario is Naija, an acronym for Nigeria. A country where Fulani herdsmen and ranching have been on the national discourse for some time rather than nation building and purposeful leadership. With stinging verses, Oloyede rains venom on the political class.

“Political Pests continually finger and break into the lump of

                 Our national pudding with their greed-infected

                 Fingers.

Economic rodents stool and run our resources aground.”

Oloyede through verses paints a picture of a nation left in comatose whose lot has been deadwood political leadership. The current governor of Kano State, Umar Ganduje, was caught on camera stuffing wads of American dollars into his Babanriga (Traditional Hausa/Fulani Wear) pockets. That is a classic example of the Economic rodent and many of his ilk with cases at the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) who have been let off the hook because of their allegiance to the government in power.

The poet also basks in his ‘blackness’ and has a message for the Whiteman in ‘Tell the White Man.’ Oloyede reminds the Whiteman of their cruelty and ends each verse by reminding the Whiteman that the Blackman will make their dreams work.

‘Sacrament of Bullets’ paints a gory picture of the lives lost during the #endsars protest. The poet ends the poem with the lines:

‘That at this solemn altar of peaceful protests,

Our bodies were desecrated with the sacrament of bullets.’

Like every poet of conscience, Oloyede has through literature addressed the many issues plaguing his motherland. One thing Oloyede can improve on for his subsequent works is his use of language, which could either be the beauty and albatross of any collection.

Overall, Oloyede’s debut is a worthy addition to the bookshelf.

5 comments

  1. The Poems Are So Relatable.
    The Crystal City Of Lagos Is Out Here Dating All Souls, Even Aliens.

  2. This was such an eye opening read, I loved every poem, such mastery, surprised to find out this was his first body of work, I’m watching out for any thing else he’s working on.

  3. Philosophy, Phillis, phillo baba is my main G, one person I can’t let out of my contacts list…… we also cruise in the ghetto together. My brother is full of wisdom, words never stops dripping our tap is always flooding.

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