The Late Sani Abacha
Nigerians’ most feared President
And possible Hell-fire President
But rather My Bad Friend
I had to mourn his ***** end
For the Cameroonian Presence in Bakassi
He beautifully dismissed as a heresy:
A subject of panicking intricacy
On his dining table chewable delicacy…
Save that his sit- tight anxiety
Was the damnedest Impropriety?
The Masses’ wish for democracy breath- choking
The masses ready for it, flatly joking!
Prepared was he for thuggery all day
The worst of Buggery all the way
Himself proving Ogonis’ determined tormentor
With jammed ears for the emasculating mentor:
Morning and Night caressing a reverie
A lot like a harlot’s a final Nunnery…
The late Immovable Abacha
Was to prove a mi ting Archer.
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