Oloibiri
there was oil in your name
release of sweet-smelling fragrance
cleared an ingress to your heart
you never read Rubadiri’s Mutesa
so when the Corporation came
exploration tools in hand
womb-scraping machinery primed
briefcases sagging with gilded promises
you threw wide open your arms
virginal yet flirtatious
so deep into your earth
they scoured and dug
left you parched
shell-shocked…