We lived in our own land
Travelled near for fertile ground
We struggled and hustled day and night
Just to ensure things get right
Our hard work met with success
And the people we perceived to be brother
Suddenly turn hater,
And put our lives under duress
In our home we are xenophiles
Embracing foreigners like our own
But here our own brother turn xenophobes
Treating us like xeno bones
Our years of investment they scattered
Our bones turn to urban litter
Is this hatred, jealousy or what?
Are these people really of this planet?
We've always thought city in the south
to be a safe haven
Little did we know he was under colour
As though he was one
We are accused of drugs, prostitutions and the likes
We ain't claiming saint here
But all this we met here
Yes, it's been here long before we came
If there's anything wrong
Call us to talk like brothers
To settle all our differences
Rather than treating us like foreigners
Our years of investment lies here
The results of decades hustling lie here
This we thought ought to interest our host
But instead raised xenophobic attack
From my own perspective no African countries should be seeing as foreign to other African countries...
Where did the prefix 'Xeno' comes from in dealing with other African countries?
SAY NO TO XENOPHOBIC ATTACK
Till we meet again, I am Odunayo Samuel, AKERELE.
Remember, keep being you and keep being good.
Nice piece!!! Interesting read. Please make some edits in the last stanza. Keep writing...
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