all hail the chief calabash
as he goes about in his swaggering moves
donning his usual regalia of shame
telling the polity a pseudo tale of hope.peace and prosperity
power becomes intoxicating
the rule of man must not seize…
the oyo mesi s scold the akapo
his oral cavity not enough to alter a dime of words…
they themselves become the shadow of past glory
they care less about the tenets of the founding fathers
national cake becomes a private property
people’s treasury becomes theirs to treasure…
the agidigbo drum sounds at the central
the council of elders so so ungrateful
peradventure the boat sinks,not with him alone…J.E.G.A blasts
mixed reactions,everybody gets a free ride on the tortoise’s back…no room for J.E.G.A
babariga pleads for J.E.G.A, but for a fifth scores…
the polity alerted
…yet they will not be fooled again
the battle line already drawn
crude oil at the booths
kano cum bauchi become a yardstick
time alone will not be able to tell…
This of course is a message we’d heard over and over again, but the powers that be are loath to listen. Once again the voice of the poet has sounded out, as the Bible says,” let he who has ears hear!”
The Nigerian story; when will it change? What a pity! Well told.
Hahaha
Our daily story told again from a poetic pen
Nice
well done.
tanx for all the comments…
No offense but It’s not an exceptional poem. It’s a topic that has been flogged to death; and the telling; i did not find it engaging.
It’s okay tho.