“Heehee… I don’t know which party my wife belongs but eh… she belongs to
MY kitchen and MY living room and the OTHER room…”
The gravity of unfortunate utterances, sometimes
Echoes the enormity of cataclysmic regression, tragically
Rippling beyond the demeaning configuration of syntax
And sadly reverberating in fervent crescendo through the
Globalization of dissemination of instantaneous news,
Inauspiciously portends the oblique reality of the unfulfilled
Odyssey towards full recognition of all human rights.
Thus, a president’s commentaries, otherwise considered as
Conveying the solemnity of the advancement in optimism
By allaying fears, and elevating aspirations of a disconsolate populace,
Rather, diminish a gender, by electing to emasculate any vacillating
Progress, declared in accord with sacrosanct inalienable rights,
Further fragmenting the essence of meager hope, lying prostrate
In the forlorn vestiges residing within certain aspects of a nation.
As such, the sardonic words of the Nigerian President…
Paradoxically spoken to his female counterpart, miserably
Communicated to his citizens and the world, no respect,
But censoriously categorized the nation’s First Lady, by description,
To the ignominious equivalency of a belonging, a mere chattel,
Devoid of independence and human dignity, assigned by others, for
Their use to rooms, in which she neither owns nor has any property value.
Alas, the bell for social justice loudly tolls; to engage in concerted effort
The quest for reclamation of any tangible progress previously gained, and to
Negate the irreverent milestone propagated by the untoward vituperation
Which in derisive posture, attempts to devalue the essence of humanity and
Self-determination, freely bestowed on all, but is injudiciously circumscribed
By reprehensible might and circumstance; lest the downward degradation
Resonate in permanent habitation to the lasting detriment of all humanity.
Dr. Yemisi Solanke Koya Esq., Golden Poet ©
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