BAD LUCK
Some moons
ago we danced sang and swayed
We
wriggled our conscience to be played
Door to
door we spread the gospel of vain
All haling
the animation that was very plain
Oh what a
coupon we had bought in April
Suddenly,
after 50 years we will hit the mega lottery
To the
wise and broad good luck is an illusion
A mere
consolatory song for the delusioned
How
suddenly can a wild dog roar in the jungle?
I thought
we knew wolves and sheep don’t mingle
On the day
we casted the lot I dried on Osborne
With no
doubt that we gambled with the unborn
Across the
seas I watched for the numbers
Maybe this
this I can live the dream of a nation by the rivers
The first
number called was tenure elongation
Seven
years of tears, sorrow and degradation
Coming
along was deregulation
The digit
for corruption, waste and emasculation
Now it
suddenly hits me like a cassava farmer
Who didn’t
plant but expects to eat cassava bread in summer
Personal
folly is pardonable without trepidation
National
futility is however beyond medication
In less
than a year our good luck again has gone fatal
Bad luck
then to all who elected to rather flutter
Omo-Ekun, ilu-Nla
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