THAT WHICH I MUST NOT SAY

I detest that, which I cannot say,
Driven by those I dare not say.
Their grievances I do not know, so I cannot say,
But for the sake of the innocents,
Let piece reign! That I can say.
I’m sure you know those of which I dare not say.

I love that, which I must not say,
Or do I? Not so sure!
Maybe I love it, with whom I will not say.
It’s beautiful in ways, I must not say,
And at places I dare not say.
I’m sure you know that which I cannot say.

I loathe that, which I must not say,
By men in robes, whose names I dare not say.
They man centres that should be our refuge,
But now, there, they make business transactions,
Their secret sacred affiliations, I dare not say.
You tell your flocks to eat grass, trample on them,
Because they are desperate souls?
Well you will someday have to say.

I love that, which I must not say,
That, I wish I had the passion and valour for,
Because except you are strong, your roar is but a whisper.
I love the do-gooders who stood up to everything despite everything.
Their names, that I have to say.
The likes of Fela Anikulapo Kuti, Bob Marley and Nelson Mandela.
Those who stood up to those which I must not say.
Who yet have chosen to remain mad as a Manhattan.
I wish Fela Anikulapo Kuti were alive today,
I wonder how much his words will hit on those which I will not say.

I love this which I must say,
My skin gives me away even if I don’t say,
I am black, that I say,
I am peace,
I am Nigeria,
I am Africa,
That I proudly say.