Change

Do you know that giant of Africa yesterday? That great and well-fed West African Elephant? Whose offspring’s are pot-belly, lament-less and relieved? Have you seen that giant of Africa today? Whose leaky walls are infiltrated with turmoil and malevolence? Yet couldn’t hear; couldn’t see and couldn’t say? Have you seen a thespian Nigeria? With over-blown inflationary rate Uncontrolled exchange rate And a despicable insecurity peril? Wherefore is everything that was there before? The favourable exchange rate Manageable security and controlled price And where is everyone? The Obasanjo’s, the Jonathan’s and the Yar’adua’s of blessed memory Whose hands of revulsion are we in? Where nothing is something Only hunger, malady, dearth and communal cleansing With yesteryear better than the crinkled arms of tomorrow See the boulevard, the drifters and the indigents Permissible and impermissible whores Imperceptible horror and terror With rage in everyone’s smiling faces When will CHANGE be ‘CHANGED?’ That which we bargained with our lives Traded in sorrow and grief And forsaken afterwards Does CHANGE mean hunger, marginalization and communal cleansing? Does it mean power outage and general price hike? Who can CHANGE the CHANGE and Not pick the pieces of discord.