AFRICA INVEST

Fear not, invest heavily 
For there will be no lost
They are the columns that can hold the continent 
For capacity building is supreme in national development 
You are bless with the best of resources 
Both in human and in minerals 
Establish and standardised teaching and learning institutions 
Make it accessible to all
And make them read and understand 
The western education,  technical education and vocational education 
As well as the traditional and religious education 
Only through this that you can be equipped 
With the best of weapons against your rivals 
Fuel the engine and propel it now 
For a work for the future should begin today 
To wake up and smile your bright teeth to the world 
You must have your tooth past and brush 
On duty every morning 
Give them total comfort and attention 
Thus, they will provide you a meaningful output 
For he who have children 
Surely,  can have wealth

 MR. EXTREMIST

It is not a platform for conflicts 
And a doctrine of superiority 
Not a backing tool for terrorism 
And a medium for theft and self - satisfying pleasures 
Neither advise no do it command inhuman practises 
For he who take life 
Shall have no intercessor in the day of resurrection 

What is your inspiration and who is your mentor 
Go back and read the scripts of your creed
Put down your arsenal and persuade the masses 
For the most of disciples you want to follow your sect 
Spill not the blood of the innocent 
Faith teaches tolerance and harmonious coexistence 

The supreme slumbers not 
Abstain yourself from self - sinning endeavours 
To live a devote life 
So as to please your master 
To access you a share of his treasures 
Here and hereafter 
The revelational Messiahs left not swords 
But holy books as guiding principles for the whole mankind

THE BROKEN HOPE

At six he was sent to school 
In abundance 
He was loved and cared
His needs 
Were supplied in triplet 
His academic performance 
Were very  impressive 
And his parents 
Were proud 
"My little son
Is the boss 
In the town's elementary institution
I am optimistic that 
He will someday 
Revolutionise our community "

Now in the upper grade 
Creeping into bad company 
And finally consumed totally 
The beaches, cannabis and the beers 
Becomes his allies 

His lips began darkening 
Eyes reddening 
And academic performance dropping 
Crime rates heightening 
Punctuality rapidly denimishing 
Discipline declining 

Teachers and pupils wandering 
And  among themselves questioning 
What is going wrong? 
This boy is changing 
He is quickly yellowing 

"My son
I can't comprehend 
He is like a goat 
In a heat period 
Completely unrest 
Now his assignment records 
He don't present 
His school bag 
I rarely see with him
Let alone a book in his hand 
Something most befall him"

"Papa!
School I am out 
I want to make money 
School is delaying my time 
I want to go to babylon"

And now self - independent 
No babylon 
Neither London 
Living a life 
Of too much loan.

AFRICAN CHILD 

Your grand parents 
Had told you;
Your parents 
Had told you;
Your Brothers and Sisters 
Had told you, 
And even your rivals 
Had told you -
The same stories,
Everytime,
All the time,
Yet, you are 
Searching for a full moon 
In the sky.

When just a few Caucasians came,
First, in the name of trade:
Goods, then humans! 
Then colonialism,
And now, neo-colonialism.
Still you cannot remove 
Your neck in their ring!

Now, the round head,
Flat face and small eyes- 
Innumerable living beings,
Are signing and shining:
Possessing and positioning
In the name of investment
And infrastructural contracts.

They have grew
So much feathers
That they called you
An emigrant, in your house,
And now they have began enslaving you
In your office. 

African  child,

Watch out!
The far Eastern Man
Have just started 
But an incomplete 
Mission in your land.
Stand up!
Put on your shirt and trousers,
Buckle your belt,
And fight for your tomorrow. 

This man, whose eyes are
Like someone peeping through 
A tiny hole -
Is seeing far away. 
Arrest his grants, aids, and loans
To halt his progress!
And douse his glowing inferno
In your fertile forest,
Else, he will ash 
Your trees and grasses to their roots
And also kill your micro-organisms.
Thus, landing you in everlasting destitute!

By: Alassan Njie 
      Alias The Young Poet 
      AKA Malcom X Jr 

      Tel: 00 220 3378453