ACW-UA POETRY : Akeen Eniola poem, "Little Rain Fell" top the list in ACW-UA POETRY Chart for the week.

LITTLE RAIN FELL

The watering came–

I know you're not enough to save

the seed from dying.

I inherit my father's hoe

And the land is fertile.

Even the king knows we own the 

whole land. We feed the whole world.

Last year, rain fell heavily

but we waited for this year rain.

We digged hole not for maize and yam.

My neighbors are eating fresh peppers.

But we begged them for raw vegetables

How do we eat that?

We are not goats 

and we are stubborn goats.

The little rain that fell last year,

woke the wisdom in their heads.

They are the wise thieves of season

Upon the years life has served my father,

Why didn't he know how the rain comes

each season? No enough milk in 

my wife's breast. My father is reading

my hunger and I am seeing the skeletons

of his grand children.

Our Chief priest's mouth was forged 

with anvil that lives in hell.

Our Imam is the native of hell.

Our Pastor is devil's son.

Who will pray to God?

I will talk to my father when he comes

back, to offer the land to atheist.

We are not the Giant.

BACKGROUND OF THE POEM. 

The poem is a picture of how and why poverty becomes a necklace which is hung around the days of a family. The poem is simple yet carries a very depth meaning. The tone of the poem is that of satire and the mood is of melancholy. 

The poet contrasts the relationship of livelihood between him and his neighbours. His family has all it takes to make their ends meet; God bestows upon his family a fertile land coupled with seeds and heavily rainfall which he declared in his poem: "Last year, rain fell heavily". He articulates how he and his family paid a shun to the rain which seemed to be an offer of opportunity to them in the previous year, but due to dearth of wisdom they were not conscious of the strain of rain.

Concerning his neighbours, to where he goes to beg for raw peppers after the loss of the ample opportunity. His neighbours are wise enough to think that seasons are not always the same that the opportunity of little rain be taken to explore their fertile land but not as fertile as his.

In a nutshell, this poem, if given maximum attention, explains the current Nigeria predicaments. We are called Giant of Africa, we have everything to consume development for ourselves yet we keep living on a low and minimal standard of wisdom. China, America and rest of them possess natural resources lesser than Nigeria yet they are doing awesomely. Why? Because they are able to calculate, measure and apply their wisdom.

We also find ourselves where religious doctrines of different sects contributes immensely to the retarded growth and development of Nigeria. Our religious leaders claim purity of their own individual belief in the sense that if you join, you'd be guaranteed salvation yet, we keep failing everyday.

ABOUT THE POET 

 THE POET

Akeem Soliu Eniola

   Akeem Soliu Eniola is a prolific writer, poet, playwright and an educationist. 

His flair for writing surged up while he was in secondary school. 

He is the author of the Anthology "Songs from the Heart" published in 2020. 

He is also a contributor to "We will be fine; Manual of Hope" edited by Olayide Habeeb.

His poems and short stories have been published in different blogs such STRIDA, GIANT PEN etc. He believes that his artworks will be the instrument of change to the whole world.