“My Lord, Where do I keep your bribe?”- 69 Yr Old Professor Taunts the Nigeria Judiciary System.

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Nelson A.Osuala [29 October 2016]

Prof. Niyi Osundare has startled the media with what we may describe as a bitter truth as he presents a masterpiece of a poem which not only takes us back to historic antiquity but also reflects the true state of our corrupt judiciary arm of Government.

The Poem no doubt is a blunt truth, one comparable to Prof. Wole Soyinka's  "The Lion and the Jewel". It brings to fore the porosity and corrupt nature of our Judiciary system.

An excerpt from Vanguard reads:

My Lord

Please tell me where to keep your bribe?
Do I drop it in your venerable chambers
Or carry the heavy booty to your immaculate mansion

Shall I bury it in the capacious water tank
In your well laundered backyard
Or will it breathe better in the septic tank
Since money can deodorize the smelliest crime

Shall I haul it up the attic
Between the ceiling and your lofty roof
Or shall I conjure the walls to open up
And swallow this sudden bounty from your honest labour

 

Shall I give a billion to each of your paramours
The black, the light, the Fanta-yellow
They will surely know how to keep the loot
In places too remote for the sniffing dog

 

Or shall I use the particulars
Of your anonymous maidservants and manservants
With their names on overflowing bank accounts
While they famish like ownerless dogs

 

Shall I haul it all to your village
In the valley behind seven mountains
Where potholes swallow up the hugest jeep
And Penury leaves a scar on every house

 

My Lord

It will take the fastest machine
Many, many days to count this booty; and lucky bank bosses
May help themselves to a fraction of the loot

 

My Lord

Tell me where to keep your bribe?

My Lord

Tell me where to keep your bribe?

 

The “last hope of the common man”
Has become the last bastion of the criminally rich
A terrible plague bestrides the land
Besieged by rapacious judges and venal lawyers

 

Behind the antiquated wig
And the slavish glove
The penguin gown and the obfuscating jargon
Is a rot and riot whose stench is choking the land

 

Behind the rituals and roted rigmaroles
Old antics connive with new tricks
Behind the prim-and-proper costumes of masquerades
Corruption stands, naked, in its insolent impunity

 

For sale to the highest bidder

    Interlocutory and perpetual injunctions
Opulent criminals shop for pliant judges
Protect the criminal, enshrine the crime

 

And Election Petition Tribunals
Ah, bless those goldmines and bottomless booties!
Scoundrel vote-riggers romp to electoral victory
All hail our buyable Bench and conniving Bar

 

A million dollars in Their Lordship’s bedroom

A million euros in the parlor closet
Countless naira beneath the kitchen sink
Our courts are fast running out of Ghana-must-go’s*

 

The “Temple of Justice”
Is broken in every brick
The roof is roundly perforated
By termites of graft

 

My Lord

Tell me where to keep your bribe?

 

Judges doze in the courtroom
Having spent all night, counting money and various “gifts”
And the Chief Justice looks on with tired eyes
As Corruption usurps his gavel.

 

Crime pays in this country
Corruption has its handsome rewards
Just one judgement sold to the richest bidder
Will catapult Judge & Lawyer to the Billionaires’ Club

 

The Law, they say, is an ass
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
But the Law in Nigeria is a vulture
Fat on the cash-and-carry carrion of murdered Conscience

 

Won gb’ebi f’alare

     Won gb’are f’elebi**
They kill our trust in the common good
These Monsters of Mammon in their garish gowns

 

Unhappy the land
Where jobbers are judges
Where Impunity walks the streets
Like a large, invincible Demon

 

Come Sunday, they troop to the church
Friday, they mouth their mantra in pious mosques
But they pervert Justice all week long
And dig us deeper into the hellish hole

 

Nigeria is a huge corpse
With milling maggots on its wretched hulk
They prey every day, they prey every night

For the endless decomposition of our common soul
My Most Honourable Lord
Just tell me where to keep your bribe.

*   Large, extremely tough bags used for carrying heavy cash in Nigeria

** They declare the innocent guilty

   They pronounce the guilty innocent

NB: Prof.Niyi Osundare, Nigeria’s multiple award-winning poet and 2014 winner of the Nigerian National Merit Award (NNMA)

Nelson A.Osuala
Is a Blogger & the Associate Editor of Negroidhaven.org
(Negroidhaven)