Say I’m not a prince,
Or you’re not a princess;
At the royal call I can never wince,
Neither could anyone in the process.

Have we got choice anyway
To parry the inevitable crown,
That has gotten it’s leeway
From the one unquestionable?

Yet I wondered at how it was made,
Without faults nor flaws;
To fit the master and the maid,
Despising who makes or obey laws.

It closes the eyes forever,
Leading the body through the narrow earth;
Saying no talk now nor never,
But longing for home and hearth.


What as man gained from his toil,
Made unswervingly under the sun;
Or what his wry work on the soil,
Has implacably won?

All roads leads,
With definite crown to he grave;
Whether or not you have executive beads,
It does to the lame as to the brave.

‘Gone to glory’, they’ll say,
Not knowing his been crushed by lorry;
Of his past work and way,
He then looks innocent and sorry.

We all will go down,
Epitaph echoing our stance;
Let’s correct our ways with whip,
To dismay the crown with a prance.

A typical African country that produces crude oil;
Once a major exporter of some Agricultural products;
A heartily corrupt nation that holds upper hand in religious activities;
A country of heaven’s deposits indebted internationally
to monetary organizations.
That is a Nigeria to the United Nations.


A stable of fellow Nigerians,
Meant to live by designated rules-favorable or not;
Assemblage of heads to support downstream sector deregulation;
A gathering of life to be ‘governed’.
That is a Nigeria to her President.


A conglomerate to be backed by rules;
“A ‘legal-bound’ life is what they have to offer;
These laws are meant to help the people,
Most especially to help them know their ‘rights’;
The people we make laws for”.
That is a Nigeria to some Legislators.


A pond to transact business;
An arena to create (in one’s own power) bunch of employments;
The gatherings of mouths to feed;
A place where business thrives.
That is a Nigeria to a business man.


An array of fools,
That gives anything to cherish deceit;
Givers of money for unknown business;
Desperate set of individuals on ‘fast cash’.


Long as divers people and professions exists,
‘Nigeria’ of various kinds will be,
What you make out of what you have
Is what determines your type of ‘Nigeria’.
No matter how ugly your dissatisfaction is,
People with abundant opulence will always have the ‘good Nigeria’.

You’ve got what it takes to create your choice of Nigeria.
Stop living in another man’s world,
Create your own ‘Nigeria’.

Men coveting what are not theirs,
From far longingly stares;
Razing the nobility they’ve got,
Very vast and hot,
Without good thought about posterity.
They race across borderlands for prosperity,
Ignominiously decrying their heirloom,
For works unfairly and loom;
Working tirelessly than camel;
Their greedy master draining reaps with covert funnel.
Work done in their motherland with shame,
They do unsimmeringly with vain claim,
Our complexion on board we ridicule as slave,
Theirs with us we wonder and wave.
Selling ourselves for unworthy metal is ludicrous,
The demoralized posterity so lugubrious,
You’d better breathe your last,
Where you’ll have helping actors and cast,
Than let go the thin, brief life’s rope,
In a land where not even your living soul has hope.

Quote: What you make out of yourself is what people will make out of you.