We come from the same land
I trusted you
We walked through the desert
me, yearning for a new beginning.
Your skin like mine is dark
your flag like mine is green
I’m not a slave.
But like the Portuguese pirates of the old world
you’ve branded me, a cow
and while you feel safe in your lofty bed
I cry without end, locked in a cell.
If dehumanizing me earns you a fortune
then our bureaucracy has failed us
the Nigerian police can’t see us as equals
Buhari is blind
and my brother
even as you stand before me
I know you can’t see as a human
In no man’s land,
only money talks.
See my hair,
they twist and curl in the wind like yours.
Oh, how naive I was
to have resurrected hope on sighting you
but when I learned
how hedonistic you’ve become
With my last strength
My countryman, help me! brother, please.
You told me,
there is no brother in the jungle
before you disposed of my virtue
to a fate worse than repatriating to Nigeria,
Death in the Mediterranean.
A piece in light of the ongoing slave trade in Libya.