Poem: Kalakuta Republic

By Jock  Adua Yalson

On the suburb of Lagos,

Sited a giant structure

A caricature of the Calcutta stockade

Headed by the radical activist-Fela Anikulapo Kuti

A shelter to his fleets of inamoratas and loyalist

 A location to his well exalted and unique musical shrine

A boundary against the corrupt government

It was a republic within a republic.

Years later,

Doom rested its awful head on the mansion

The early moments of 1977 begot a dark history

The armed zombies paid a hostile visit

And pounded their frustrations upon the republic

Screwed the occupants over and over

Until they quench their thirst of brutality

His mother was murdered in cold blood,

Thrown from the highest window and landed at the feet of death

Darkness looms on them

The kalakuta got razed down

Today, its sits no more

Yet, much ado about the once exalted republic