HIRING and FIRING

Mazi Chukwuemeka Muoneke


Notice of absence from Mazi Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.

 

Intellects hire for peanuts, 
The modern slavery,
Loopholes created by our own leaders, 
Who see education as liberation,
For the common man.

Visionary hearts emerged, 
To change the narrative, 
But within, the love of ego
grows like mustard seeds. 

But as time grows old, 
Greed becomes the driving force, 
Where quantity is preferred to quality, 
And the welfare of tutors trivialized, 
With no hope, they stick to their jobs.

Threats echo from the walls, 
"If you can't stick to the vision
Please bow out, I'm not threatening"
Hiring and firing, their culture, 
What a mental slavery!

Indeed, Great Leaders are made! 
Where exam malpractices are celebrated,
Though their Future is Bright;
Bright like the darkness of doom, 
Then parents will harvest their fruits.

Society becomes the dumping ground, 
Feeling the impacts of their fruits,  
Those fired and hired, 
Are not left out.

Crimes grow like the mustard seeds,
Why plant the seed of corruption? 
When nemesis will rain her anarchy
upon our roofs,
We are all caught in the web. 

 

Published May 16, 2021.

  • Author: Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2024 01:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem decries the plights of teachers/lecturers in Nigerian system of education. Teachers are underpaid in Nigeria. They are the bedrock of every society, but their remuneration is nothing to write home about. Corruption has eaten deep into the educational system of Nigeria. It's shameful! We hope that our leaders will come to understand this plights and address it before things get out of hand.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • 2781

    Your story could apply around the globe, subtle enough, in many cases, that people haven't noticed.
    The noose is tightening, it's a slavery system.



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