Under the Umbrella

In the rain we have wept for years

Hoping and wishful thinking about shelter

A refuge from hurt, fear and grieve

If only we have a tenth of our own

If only we can fill the boxes with hope

On the match again we chanted in our wet drenched suits

Progress! Progress! Our lungs hurt with expectation

Well, fellow Nigerians and the rest is history

Our rains became hurricane, flooding our hopes away

In chains we all lived our days, at night we only had the stars

Even the poets were not spared, returned to the earth with his pen!

When will we ever going to have our robes dry, when?

Suddenly the Iroko fell! Felled by the forbidden fruits from south of the east

In loud ovation we danced, finally the stallion will make the tenth

that same night, the stallion was put down before dawn

And yet again under the horrendous rain we stood!

The eagles came home, the owl came back

Years in exile had beaten our birds like a whip

99 was the magic number, prison was the place to be for some

Frap! The umbrella went up! Finally we are saved from the cold

Only of we knew what was in that well, sadly,we all drank in ecstasy

14 moons has passed and the umbrella brought more rain than the Amazon

Death, debt and deep damage, rot beyond the deep Dead Sea

Lifelong lack and living less, lonely and low under the Umbrella!