A Voice from Nigeria

A poem about the saddening and depressing state I find myself in anytime I think about my country.



Let me speak of this
This self I am
My skin, my origin
For life has a tale of me

Black blood formed
Formed to make me
In a land where
we are lost
I find a destiny all mine

Let me speak of men
Men with power
Some of words
Some from us
Pushing us to our death
Guns silencing us
Drinking from a goblet
Filled with our sweats

I eat forgotten bread
Bread is all I can have
I have been looked upon
Spoken against because
I wear a black hide
A battle won to keep our dignity
Yet keeping a dignity soiled

Let me speak of my home
Home, I can’t run from
A beholder of sorrow
Misery wraps me round
Makers of our own bitter pill
Achievers of a darkened future

Let me speak of our doom
Doom ahead, eager to trap us
This is my home
This is my land
All we have, all we own
Destroyed, wasted
My fatherland
But is it too late?
Too late to be rescued?
Too late for peace?


Hannah Faleti I. has spent a lifetime in Nigeria. She is currently living in the cosmopolitan city of Ibadan, north of Lagos and the Gulf of Guinea.  She begins law school in March of 2018 at Obafemi Awolowo University where she hopes to become an advocate for civil rights. Her poetry and writing reflect the grand dynamics of her homeland of Nigeria. Hannah will curate a weekly series of postings from Nigeria for Introvert Press.

A Voice from Nigeria

A modern poem sent to us by Laju Ereyitomi Oyewoli, in the style of a traditional praise of one’s own clan. The Itsekiri people live in Nigeria’s Niger Delta area and traditionally refer to their land as the Kingdom of Iwerre. The area is a key centre of Nigeria’s crude oil and natural gas production.

Iwere ni mi
For I belong to the powerful bloodline
Of the proud Iginua
Whose haughtiness sent him out of Benin
Down to Ode Itsekiri
That we may reside in the richness and splendorous wealth of our pride

Iwere ni mi
For I belong to the historic people of itsekiri
Whose powerful Olus define the history of times
In their heroic deeds

For Omi Iwere ni mi
A people whose greatness has always Shine brighter
Among the sands of time

by Laju Ereyitomi Oyewoli