Oh little flower, can I touch?
The air is cool and princely so,
That one’s frame glides through,
Like a piece of fine cake no one can eat,
As my motherlan’ dances to a new home
Once upon a time, Abraham Lincoln…
Was the opening lines of the lesson of persistence,
But that will have to stop
And the new line will be
Once upon a time, Muhammadu Buhari…
With my crooked voice, I sing
However sweet; however sour,
To the calm mien of my man of the century, Prof. Attahiru Muhammadu Jega
For his steadfast approach to fixing Nigeria
As Nigeria begins a new count this 2015
Unlike this time,
‘A breath of fresh air’
has become luxury before and
after general elections, that
most have adapted to never having to breath.
Twas worse for the last ‘breath of fresh air’
Was actually stench, an assortment of it
Now, that phase is gone
Gone with the rain and the putrefiers and
thanks to the broom, who swings no mercy,
NOT THE BROOM per se BUT THE WIELDER OF IT
As we dance to a new home
Keep in the stacks the relics of
Akwa Ibom magic
Rivers’ insignificant watershed
Orubebe’s ignominy and desperation
The POWER of the people that have domiciled
for 16 years with the few, who never wished to leave
Now, change is here, and it’s for all
Let’s look to ‘governing and not ruling’
A ‘just n principled government’
Where there shall be no favouritism
Let’s look to ourselves to bring the final change
For here is that time…
A victory won with the blood of many
It is the best thing to happen to Nigeria
People died, and for them, Nigeria must survive
and grow
and live
and stretch to the ends of the world
Whatever time it is,
It’s time to dance Shoki
And if you know not how it is danced,
Hesitate not to inquire from Iteoluwakiisi
Going forward, Nigeria is set to dance on the world map
Welcome to A new home.
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IMAGE: m.a.r.c.
