Killing the Naira
Over and over again,
Draining its value with every mistreat,
Crushing it against the Dollar.
See your fame rising in time.
From one nook or crevice
To another cranny or rustic niche,
Squirmy screech of your wheels gets louder.
Picking and dropping off
From one stop to another,
Endless faces and eyes memorize yours
But you hardly know even one.
See how times have flown.
You now see your wrinkles and grey
Caste upon the same old Mirror
That knows you were much younger yesterday.
Why not buy a wallet today
And save the life of the Naira?
Don’t just alight gentlemen and ladies on spot,
Also give them minty changes.
Don’t just settle for urban crannies,
Let the street lights of civilization
Pour upon your cab at night,
That you may not bother about head lamps.
Wait not until your head falls off
Before you know you are ageing.
Stitch now in time and save your morrow’s nine
For even those with white collars retire too.