A poem on ASUU by Atilola Ajayi

Akika, is here again,
He goes on a journey every trimester
Sometimes half of a sunny year,
For years the teachers sought their pay without a knife.

This time they hold the throat of the government so high,
The student are at home begging their fate,
Some have gone the market way,
Others the sailors way.

Parents are weeping their stocks are at bid,
Akika meets with the government,
Each meeting is a deadline,
Akika is asking for thirty and hundred a billion way.

The government gives the thirty a billion way,
Akika raises the knife to slash a knife,
The government steps aside,
The student is cut.

Nigeria my fatherland when shall these killings cease,
The independence is past three and fifty we count this year,
Yet we sit on the gunpowder of nothingness.

The future is dark,
As the schools of excellence are closed,
When shall the stars of your future shine,
Akika you are petulent child whose plate must never be clean.

O you wicked government pay Akika so he goes his way,
The last time you bought a shoe, the size of my ancestors farm,
Pay Akika so your future will be bright.


Written by Atilola Ajayi