The Invader Abdulmujeeb Abiola AJIBADE (Class 2)
Sunday 07 Jun 2020
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THE INVADER 
Prior, 
I was dressed and well addressed 
And laced in my colourful adire and lace
You came and questioned my presentation 
It is no reason to worry, it is my native 
No! With guns you yelled. PRIMITIVE! 
This, my dress my, choice my culture 
With a grin: “All she needs is a little torture” 
Then, with a strong grip on my neck 
Please don’t, in pleaded, trembling 
But he was deaf and blind with flame of greed 
Burning in his eyes and his breath like an oven 
As I make to scream, he knocked me down with a shoulder spear 
Falling flat right in the wrong position of his evil plot 
Swiftly, atop of me like a hungry guest to a dinner pot 
I tried a again but was suppressed with a vile tongue 
Fangs of fire, thrusting and locking my vocal cords with 
A blaring nose like a steam engine, boiling my tears 
Then the exploration began: carting out all my valuables; 
Prodigally ravishing all my treasures; 
Lavishly devouring all my pleasures 
My cocoa, My timber, My crude oil, My treasure chest 
His body pressing heavily on mine, my breath fading 
My vision blurry, going black and the pain unbearable 
As Stakes and pegs cut through all felt and feeling 
North South East and West suffering in agony 
You might have enjoyed quenching your thirst 
But it is spring drained to sooth your thirst 
I am now a mud full of cracks and scars 
I am nothing but a deserted desert 


Left empty, bare, blue-black and broken to suffer and recover but with nothing to cover.

Name: Ajibade Abdulmujeeb .A
Pen Name: The Soaring Eagle
Mail: emjayaviolar@gmail.com

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