Gathering Storm

The political storm is gathering 
Election fever is at its highest pitch 

As Nigerians head to the polls
To exercise their franchise

In the mother of  all elections
The most crucial ever

Since the birthing of uninterrupted 
Democracy in our dear father land

This would be an election like no other
Coming at a time Nigerians

Have their backs to the walls
Victims of unmitigated misery

Kidnapping, banditry and general insecurity 
Victims of multi-dimensional poverty 

In the midst of affluence 
Proverbially living near the river 

But washing  their hands daily with spittle 
The time of reckoning is here

Chickens have finally come home to roost 
A Daniel has come to judgment 

This is the time for Nigerians 
To speak with one voice 

That would echo and re-echo
For a long time to come

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