Not my Business, a poem by Niyi Osundare (briefly analyzed by Lene Ododomu, a student of English and Literature in the university of Abuja)
Not my Business by Niyi Osundare The poem They picked Akanni up one morning Beat him soft like clay , Stuffed him down to the belly Of a waiting jeep. What business of mine is it So long they don't take the yam From my savouring mouth? They came one night Booted the whole house awake And dragged Danaladi out, And then off to a lenthy absence. What business of mine is it So long they don't take the yam From my savouring mouth? Chinwe went to work one morning Only to find her job was gone: No query, no warning, no probe; Just one neat sack with stainless record. What business of mine is it So long they don't take the yam From my savouring mouth? And then one evening As I sat down to eat my yam A knock on the door froze my hungry hand The jeep was awaiting on my bewildered lawn Waiting, waiting on its usual silence. Summary of the Poe...