The Odyssey

The Odyssey In a place where hope is a vague memory In that dark, dark place where Fundamental Human right is an alien concept. First with kidnappers for tour guides I move on to a prison Not even good enough to store “okporoko”. No food, no water, be grateful for the clothes on your back.   Women and men alike are beaten, defiled Then beaten and defiled, over and over so it goes. Pregnant women, pregnant children, there is no discrimination here, we all receive the same special treatment. Babies are despised, despite the fact that they Fathered most of these babies, maybe They are despised mainly for their paternity.   I got to Libya with nothing Nothing but hope and a bag at my back To cross over to Europe for the fabled greener pastures But of course I never got to Europe, I never got to see, if the streets are actually littered with gold.   I return to Nigeria 13128 hours later, With relief and a baby at my back. A baby who’ll never know her father. Though many didn't make it back from this odyssey, I'm grateful to return to Nigeria My motherland whom I tried so hard to run away from.

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