Wednesday, 12 November 2025
November 12, 2025
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Sunday, 17 August 2025
August 17, 2025
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19th century poet, African Analysis, Gallery, naijapoets.com, Niyi Osundare, not my business
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Introduction:
About the Poem:
The Poetic Devices
1) Simile is figure of speech in which one thing is compared to another, in the case of English generally using like or as. Example from the poem is "Beat him soft like clay" in line 2.
"What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?"
1) Victimization; many lines of the poem shows how different poetic characters suffer different forms of injustices. Akanni beaten for no reason, Danladi jailed without due process, Chinwe suffered job insecurity.
Structure and Tone:
The Poet:
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Saturday, 16 August 2025
August 16, 2025
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Africa Analysis, military oppression, naijapoets, Niyi Osundare, not my business
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Introduction:
This post aims to drive into the the background of Not My Business by Nìyí Osundare in order to further give readers the clarity of the poem. Without further delay, let's set sail.
Background of the Poem
Not My Business by Niyi Osundare has a Nigerian political economic background, judging by the poet's background and the name of characters in the poem.
It reminds the reader of the era of military dictatorship in Nigeria (which spanned between 1966 and 1983). The era full of power hijacking via coup d'état.
During such era, free speech was very poisonous, the mass media was in a cage of timidity.
Many authors, musicians, activists were terrorized in the country. People like Ken Saro Wiwa lost their lives, the likes of Fela Anikulapo Kuti tasted imprisonment, authors such as Wole Soyinka embraced the act of elopement.
About The Poem
Not My Business by Niyi Osundare exposed the negative result of maintaining non-challancy in face of unjust acts meted out to people around.
The multiple stanza poem narrated how the voice of the poem refused to stand for the victims been oppressed by the agents of military dictatorship, which were symbolized with the word "They".
Judging by human and environmental sentiment, the voice of the poem adhered to a care-free attitude because he or she share nothing in common with the victims (in terms of occupation, religion or ethnicity).
The victims in the poem all varied in few way except being neigbours; Akanni (probably a male Yoruba name), Danladi (a male Hausa name), Chinwe (a female Igbo name).
As seen in line 1, stanza 1 of the poem; Akanni was victimized in the morning "They picked Akanni up one morning". Danladi witnessed his own share of brutality at night time. "They came one night/Booted the whole house awake/And dragged him out..." [stanza 3]. Chinwe was sacked from work without explanation in broad daylight.
"And then one evening
As I sat down to eat my yam
A knock on the door froze my hungry hand.
The jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn
Waiting, waiting in its usual silence."
The concluding stanzas of the poem as shown above, revealed that what had been going around eventually got to the non-chalant narrator.
About the Poets.
Niyi Osundare, the poet behind the poem Not My Business, is a Nigerian poet and writer. He was born in 1947 in Ikere-Ekiti, Nigeria.
His poetry combines Yoruba traditions with influences from around the world not excluding some themes such as corruption, oppression, pollution, etc.
Few of his other poems are "The Leader and the Led", "They Too Are The Earth", etc. We have also taken time to analyze or discuss the two mentioned poems _ therefore, you might find those topics below or you click the search box in this website to find topic you wish to read and digest.
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Monday, 30 October 2017
October 30, 2017
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19th century poet, African Analysis, naijapoets.com, Niyi Osundare, They Too Are The Earth
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Saturday, 26 March 2016
Ours To Plough, Not To Plunder by Niyi Osundare is an agricultural poem using the rewards found in planting and harvesting as the reasons to encourage people to embrace farming. Based on natural phenomenon and the words of the poet, farming is a very useful investment. The poet or the poem speaker is of the faith that people's engagement in agriculture and farming will divert their attentions from wrong implementations of the huge material rewards the Lord God have kept in the soil for humans benefit.
Connotation
The poem has the following theme: (1) the God's treasure in the soil (2) the benefits of farming to humans (3) humans' choice to use or waste
The stanzaic structure of the poem is a free verse of unequal stanzas. The poet was preoccupied with the need for people to embrace farming, so he used the third person point of view in expressing his feelings.
The poem very evident poetic devices in the poem are repetition, alliteration, ant
ithesis, metaphor, etc. "The hoe is her barber" is an example of both metaphor and personification. "The dibble her dimple" is an example of both metaphor, alliteration and personification. "Ours to work not to waste/ Ours to man not to main" both lines are example of a parallelism with embedded antithesis. "Let's put a sun in every night" symbolizes the practice of mining at night. Judging by the use of figurative terms and the grammatical choice of the poet, one can conclude that the diction of the poem is a very easy one. It must also be noted that the poet used a persuasive tone to encourage the love for agriculture and mining.
The Poem
The earth is our to plough and plant
The hoe is her barber
The dibble her dimple
Out with mattocks and machetes
Bring calabash trays and rocking baskets
Let the sweat which smells earth roots
Relieve heavy heaps of their tuberous burdens
Let wheat fields raise their breadsome hands
To the ripening sun
Let legumes clothe the naked bosom
Of shivering mounds
Let the pawpaw swell and swing
Its headward breast
Let water spring
From earth’s unfathomed fountain
Let gold rush
From her deep unsearchable mines
Hitch up a ladder to the dodging sky
Let’s put a sun in every night
Our earth is an opened grain house
A bustling barn in some far, uncharted jungle
A distant gem in a rough unhappy dust
This earth is
Ours to work not to waste
Ours to man not to main
This earth is ours to plough, not to plunder.
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