We Have Forgotten

By Sharon Olanrewaju

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This is a piece I wrote for the stage sometime ago… I think it’s just apt for this ‘season’…
So, here we go:

I’m on this stage to talk about you and I ‘cos often times, when on questionnaires or online or through some other means, we are asked to indicate our identity and we tick Nigeria, I wonder what exactly that means
I mean for a French man,he believes he is the custodian of civilization
For a German, he believes he is the epitome of knowledge and,
For an American, strength in diversity.
So for a Nigerian, what exactly?
I cower to say what’s on my mind,
What my Nation has come to represent on the sand of time…
Pain, poverty, pain and, more pain.

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The Nice Girl Next Door

By Sharon Olanrewaju

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I never liked her
I would never admit to being jealous of her though
She always had this gentle smile, the kind seen in the movies – bright
eyes, pink lips,white set of teeth…
You could almost kiss her!
It was just perfect… too perfect.
She’d say a good morning, then accentuate it with her smile, then
add ‘have a blissful day!’
I mean, WHO IN THE WORLD SAYS ‘HAVE A BLISSFUL DAY?!'”
And the smile would always be there.
It was like she did it to taunt me,
I could hear the smile singing: ‘YOU CAN NEVER BE LIKE Me la la la la
la, SUCK IT UP.”
I hate her.
I swear, I do!

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My Demon and I

By Sharon Olanrewaju

In this dark cave…
I jerk at every sound.
Eyes darting here and there
Hair on end… head reeling
I know that outside, the sun is soon to set,
And MY DEMON, soon to arrive.

But while I wait,
The darkness closes in
LONELINESS…. DEPRESSION…
I hear another sound
I see a ghost
My head whirls around
I hit the wall…
PAIN…

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