Not My Business

A poem I taught when I was living in England, called Not My Business by Niyi Osundare.

It captures a lot of what I’ve been thinking about recently in terms of human rights, and whose responsibility it is to stand up when injustice occurs.

Not My Business by Niyi Osundare

They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.
What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?

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