To my uncles that nod from their posts with their badges
and suits, the ones that stand security for white
collars and stand as pillars for us;
to my uncles, with dreadlocks wrestling red lights
dishing trims at barber shops, whipping up sauces
and showing us who’s boss,
to my uncles with white aprons behind counters
to my uncles in well lit theatres with sharp scalpels
to my uncles who landed and stayed legit, salute
to my uncles who landed and deal illicit, invest.
to my uncles with PhDs, Drs, Mr’s, Sirs
and still know their kin, – chiefs.
to my uncles who kneel on Sundays and bow on Fridays
who chew khat and miss sugar cane, may the Father bless you.
to my uncles who send Naira back home even when rent is late
who squeeze Arsenal jerseys onto their pot bellies, captains.
to my uncles that came before, who stuck their foot in the door
my success is forever your success.
to my uncles who’ve stood like Jupiter and taken the meteors
of injustice on their backs, who bled, fled, persevered
to my uncles who know their rights, stand their ground
and keep their fists loaded, we see you.
to my uncles in the ground & in the sea, honour.
to my uncles in the motherland, the ones who will never leave
who insist home is where the soil is a mirror,
to my uncles who’s seed now give shade,
enjoy the fruit of the land.