Then Loud Thotz organisers said we should dedicate our June poetry reading to them, and I was like 'how will I do this?' Myne also came up with her remembrance project on Naija stories, I really wanted to write something, but that lazy part of me was just making me slack. The thing is I just like to write how I feel like writing. I don't like writing because of a particular project, competition, etc, which is why I don't take part in all these thongs. This is because I feel I write better when it is just spontaneous like that. I guess it's just the lazy rebel inside of me speaking. So after the lazy rebel inside of me succeeded in convincing me not to write, I just gave up and decided to do an old poem at Loud Thotz, as usual.
Come Tuesday 12 June 2012, I was getting ready to fly to and fro Port Harcourt that same day and the idea and topic for the poem just popped in my head. I was so happy cos I wasn't pressuring myself. I got to the airport and while waiting for my flight, this was the result. Enjoy Christmas Goat. Its my special dedication to the crash victims and their families.
The Christmas goat stands at the corner
Scorched by the harsh heat of the sun
He steps on snail shells and cracked bottles
Bleats loudly and wails bitterly
No one listens, no one cares
He would be used as fried meat and Asun come Tuesday
The Christmas goat stands at death altar
Waiting to be slaughtered by the cruel dagger of the butcher
Sweating through pores disguised by his hide
He cries, he belts...