The carcass of Nigeria floats along River Benue banks,
Wherefore rejoice
Baggage comes, baggage goes,
But the voice of history fills the tarmac.
On the runway of toads, anecdotes transfigure into doctrines
Contrail of a ghost lights up the concourse to Sodom.
The one flown to Aso rock on the wings of Luck,
Is crippled by the curse of low expectations.
At the VIP lounge he hears not the cockcrow
He wastes time covering the sun with charcoal.
But the soul of the people is a potent oath
No port of entry is jazzed enough to defy it.
To the Flintstones,
The wi-fi is a nuisance stronger than spirits
For it comes out day and night.
Jonathan's Aso Rock is James Ibori udder
Squeezing it yields pus not milk.
Wherefore rejoice,
Dancing with thorns frees no foot
Cutting tongues silences not the Church bells
Plucking eyes blinds not the conscience
Cutting testicles leaves not an idea impotent
Drumbeat of empty calabash frightens no proverb
I've stopped waiting for the dwarf to grow
For a nose without a hole cannot feed the heart.
Jonathan,
You're at the last exit before the hyenas' sprawl,
Let Okey Ndibe go.
Jonathan, Let Okey Ndibe Go (http://www.saharareporters.com/article/jonathan-let-okey-ndibe-go)