Muddy Aesthetics | Precious Onuoha

Where loud noises are our ringtone

and the man with the black cloth and cap our supposed friend,

Where tough love is built on the street

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Nigeria my birthplace;

Cradled in circumstances

Where craziness is a culture, 

Bus drivers collision is a norm

Where it isn't against the law to break bottles

And children are raised tough

With tender skins become tear rubber.

Nigeria my training ground;

Where struggles makes us rugged

Where loud noises are our ringtone

and the man with the black cloth and cap our supposed friend,

Where tough love is built on the street

gathering ability to survive anywhere else.

Nigeria my home;

Where amidst the pain we still smile

Where our common language is sacarsm

We birth entertainment from predicament,

We rap and sing what we face at each phase

Where slow rhythms sound foreign.

Nigeria my workplace;

Where hardships birth potentials

Where competitions leads to self discovery

Where you can be anything distinct,

Realising it is you against the world.

Nigeria my inspiration;

Where words flow like floods on our roads

Many syllables stuck in my mind like traffic on our highways

Where patience is truly a virtue

Cause the zeal to overcome is in the ink of my pen

And sweat from difficulties become paints for artworks.

© Precious Onuoha (DancingLockers)