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Reflect Nigeria – Find Our Treasure

Praying for the safe return of Nigeria’s 234.


Let us now in desperate and grim realization attempt to

Focus on the magnitude of the horrendous that continues

To escalate and engulf the existence in the country called Nigeria.

How can the essence of the nation survive this unrelenting onslaught…


Alas, which of the detestable will cause the collective again to demand relief.

Will it be the death trap that stretches its clutches across the expressway

Once ironically designed to provide safe passage from Ibadan to Lagos.

Or the bombings of sanctuaries of worship where many perish in services, or

Death by diseases otherwise successfully managed elsewhere around the globe.

Or the degradation of educational standards from the lack of vision to the

Continued loss of the eager youth, and profound detriment of the nation.

Or the lack of running portable water amid of the absence of electricity

The latter, resulting in high tone deafness from constant noise pollution

Generated by the fixtures of survival attempting to illuminate darkness.

Or the refuse dumps that litter the landscape like monuments to garbage,

The welcome refuge, for vermin of all description and cultures of pestilence.

Or the bombings shattering lives of the citizens embarking on life’s daily toil.

Or the unimaginable slaughter of the innocent boys seeking knowledge

Amid the school halls and classrooms where youthful vigor should flourish.


Nay, all that suffices not for a nation to suffer, for the siege on hope

Determined, took ghastly form beyond the contemplation of despair itself

And laid before us adversity intent to ravage the invaluable treasure

Of the nation, our youth, our future and promise of tomorrow…

No, the calamities unremitting continued whilst the authorities slept.

Thus the number 234, the loathsome figure now synonymous with DREAD

In a foreseeable act of abominable monstrosity, swept through a school

And inflicted more violence on the sanctity of the classrooms, where

Youthful laughter should intersect with intellectual curiosity for the

Advancement of self and to the enduring benefit of the nation.

The atrocity, sending shockwaves through the tattered and bloody fabric

Of the society, in repugnant manner, hence haunts the daily existence of a nation.


Yet, after the horror…

Where were the officials in appropriate sackcloth for lamentation.

Where was the immediate declaration of a state of mourning.

Where was the decisive proclamation deploying all measure of troops to

Embark on the mission, to rescue our future from the captors, to assure

The aghast nation, that the welfare of the people was of paramount concern.

Rather, the aftermath was laced with misrepresentation and vacillation

To the further disillusionment of the parents and disbelief of the nation.

As mothers wept and fathers gnashed their teeth, some inept officials

Charged with the responsibility of stewardship of the nation, floundered

And some could still celebrate, board jets and drink, and dared to sleep

In the comfort of homes fortified by legions that should be searching

For our girls, who in that cursed forest, no freedom nor solace can embrace.


Why should the Nigerian flag still fly.

Why are lights in state houses not dimmed.

Where are the resignations in the wake of this enormity.

Or has it escaped reason that a mammoth disaster has befallen the nation

That this, in all form of description is an unspeakable  national tragedy.

Or does their callous indifference know no bounds.

Where was the swift response to the assault on innocence.

Or do they in vain, believe the plight of the girls is nothing short of

Dehumanization, extreme hardship and unimaginable cruelty.

Do some in governance still seek to ignore the glaring obvious

Or are they so inoculated with apathy that the stark evades them.


When other nations unwavering, search for their missing and presumed dead,

Let all forcefully make bold declaration in one accord on this matter.

That the failure to prevent the dreadful and the ineptitude in its vortex

Constitute a reprehensible blot of incalculable proportions, on one nation,

Warranting scathing and persistent international condemnation, as such

Rightfully castigating the nation, found so terribly wanting and wantonly unprepared,

In its manifested lack of fortitude to search for its living, and its future,

So violently abducted from within the heart of its own territorial boundaries.


Dr. Yemisi Solanke Koya ©

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Benjoy’s Corner X-6

Failed Agenda

What is defeat, but another challenge,

Encountered along the way, which may

Inherently seek to derail and project lingering

Emotions of dejection and hopelessness.

Why give it the opportunity, to execute

Its untoward agenda and pervade the

Remaining course with that abject resignation

When assuredly, it can be limited in essence.

Nay, squarely determine to reverse the tide

By employing inward resilience and valor

In favor of transcending the circumstances, and

Certainly defeating that which seeks to defeat.

Don’t be discouraged!

YemilBenjoy ©


June 13, 2013

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Reflect Nigeria 3 Part 2

Content ye appear as mediocrity now thee assails,
Undaunted reigning supreme above all virtues good.
How soon the lustre of a splendid past fades
While eminence embraces the persistence in excellence…
Yet ye seem content to fall into oblivion
Like the water from thy “dry forsaken” taps.
Content ye must be if ye sit and watch
Thy children’s hopes cascade down hillsides.
Or prepared are thou to wait in vigil endless
For a flicker of light … as in thy light bulbs
Which alas in a twinkling disappears.
That woe thy present may not betide
Nor continued decadence thy future beguile,
That future generations may not wail in anguish
Nor mourn they the demise of the “African Giant” …
Time bids us now, all virtues excellent to assume
Beckons to the worthy, proper leadership to assume.
With hands all reforming now steadfastly on deck,
Mustering courage profound and efforts gallant,
Yielding not unto the ill wind of deterioration
But steering thyself, again into realms of grandeur
Thy present may truly supersede thy laudable past.
Clinging to hope the eternal corner stone
Ridding thyself of all plagues and declension.
Moving unwavering with resolve and rectitude,
Then striding confidently into futures dignified.
All illusions thence forward becoming realities …
Clouds dark flit away,
Revealing again … the brilliance in thy horizon.
For Reflect Nigeria 3 Part 2
Yemsodu Copyright 1994
Posted February 02 2012

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Reflect Nigeria 3 Part 1

Mayday! Mayday!
Lament Great Child of Africa.
Let none deceive ye, even in flippant jest
That ye need not lament.
Lament aloud, great child of Africa
That thy ancestors hearing thy plea,
Bestow upon thee blessings abundant
To soothe your brow and calm thy soul.
Lament not, thy greatness past
But thy fallen grace and stagnant present.
Lament more, great land as thy horizons dim
And only an illusion of the future is seen.

Deceive thyself not, as ye hopelessly retrogress
And ye lurch against the billowing wind of prosperity
While others into the blossom of splendor it blows.
Comfort take not, as ye slumber deep
The tide of good fortune ignoring thee …
Yet carrying others swiftly into futures grand
Their endeavour superlative, surpassing thine.
Alas time and tide await no one ;
Nor tarry they in vain for a tardy nation.
Do hasten child of great ancestry
Thy rightful place in the present seek to reclaim.

Even the babe born as the sun rises,
The sage hope is wiser as the sun sets.
Yet this great child of noble heritage
Fallen head first into despair deep
Finds to stand erect, arduous indeed.
In a world awaiting not even the agile
Nor keeping a vain pause for those trailing,
Thy streets are not paved with stone
Much less other gems … surely not gold.
Heed now the echoing distress call.
Perpertuate not the blemishes in thy history
And remove also the tarnish in thy armour.

Stay Tuned…
For Reflect Nigeria 3 Part 2
Yemsodu Copyright 1994
Posted January 29, 2012

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Reflect Nigeria 2

Thundering Collapse
The once sturdy walls came acrashing …
Debris of accelerated decline pile high.
Bedlam ensues, comforted in like type
By confusion tremendous in peculiarity.
The tumble of prominence past, thunderous
and far reaching awakens the sagacious and most.
Yet some in wanton indifference delight.
Poverty embraces squalor in polite company
Prosperity in turn evades many and more.
Chaos welcomes unparalleled plight.
Destruction prevails and despair accrues.
Grief unbridled, shares like fame
Thus tranquillity, the soul abandons
Whose grand ideals crumble dejected.
Thereafter, resignation in the body resides
Heralded by crushed visions of hope.
Alas soul-rending dread develops, as
Perplexity compounds the echoes of misery.
Must declension its solace here find
And enormity its continuous abode, whilst
From view life’s bountiful promise hides.
Yet from debris likewise others arose
Impediments far greater casting off,
Breaking free of age-old shackles
Crossing frontiers once thought impossible.
Thereupon their silent hopes multiplying
As near forgotten dreams assume reality
Expanding splendidly into horizons broad.
Still, pleads providence from the fallen wall,
Ignore not the script in the rubble,
Thyself now avail, plunge ye not into obscurity
For fate’s mercies store not indefinite.
Or alas ’twill be nought but tales surviving
A once illustrious existence fast fading into oblivion
That e’en history may not save from ignominy’s shame.
Stay Tuned
Yemsodu Copyright 1994
Posted January 18, 2012

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Reflect Nigeria

Weep child, please.
Pray thee weep and listen not
To the renowned legend of old
Pleading to the contrary,
For that was then, an ancient legend
Of times probably dissipating for aye.
Mourn the loss, of thy cloak of heritage rich,
Squandered and pillaged beyond salvage’s reach,
By disrepair, treading in peril annihilation’s course.
While corrupted-evil, that fabric long consuming
Permeates thy garment’s threads, now bare,
Thus maintaining neither the fabric nor yarn … once grand.
In irony, the continuous passage of time
Assistance, appears to lend this disintegration,
For all adornments hard earned
And accolades acclaimed gigantic in term,
Fall off one after the other in quickened pace.
As ye calamity’s raiment encounter.
Howl, rend thy robes, don sackcloth,
Ashen thy face … weep.
Alas… belongs the past, in times past.
And now thy state tattered and tarnished
Sustaineth neither thy hapless present
least the dim hope of a future bleak.
The efforts of the stalwart past vain appear,
The present ordinarily as sustenance
the leap into the future support should.
Yet this scaffold, flimsy in substance
Its every framework plagued, crashes
Failing the future, assailing the past…
Lament aloud, lest thy forebears hear,
Seeing also thy long-suffering rush to thy aid,
Maybe saving the land , from perdition and despair
Thy heritage, from dishonour and scorn
By some miracle of old … if not, child
Weep …
Stay Tuned
Yemsodu Copyright 1995
Posted January 17, 2012

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