#WarOfWords2 THE NIGERIAN EQUATION by Scriblerian

THE NIGERIAN EQUATION by Scriblerian

Listen,
Listen closely to this conversation,
Between a father and a son,
In Africa's most populous nation,

Father,
Father please resolve for me this equation,
For I donot understand how,
Oil, mineral resources, and fifteen million people,
Can equal: hunger, poverty and a dry nipple,
For when I added the bloggers and tweeters,
A million critics on facebook and newspapers,
I still got the same answer,
So I deducted the pastors and imams,
Reverends and bishops,
For their piety ends in bustops,
But still no change,
Hunger, poverty and a dying people,
So I looked down in frustration at the steps,
I've followed to this answer,
And they echo the erratic steps of an insane dancer,
So I have brought you this equation,
For there has to be a change to the status quo,
An ebb to this mad flow,
Well son,
The final solution, is quite the revelation,
I shall tell it with no disclaimer,
So in order for me to be safer,
I suggest you put away the pen and paper,
See,
You have to subtract the bloggers and the tweeters,
For while their words the internet litters,
Back in Aluu when the four were killed,
All they were, were screamers,
You have to deduct the poets and the writers,
Who pen and speak change,
Then go back home to wives and sisters,
Till olulu arranges the next stage,
For,
How long shall we craft rhymes of woes?
When shall we start selecting our hoes?
Stare blindly in the mirrors,
And not see the correction to our errors,
How long,
Shall we claim the tags of victims,
And not get on with the necessary business of healing?
For,
Our biggest problem is not leadership,
For a second,
Our biggest problem is followership,
Leadership is second,
Let's stop this meaningless prayers,
And pry off corrupt layers,
Start looking inward not upward,
Forward not backward,
We are the disease,
We are the cure,
Stand up from that chair of criticism, son,
Stare closely in the mirror without cynicism,
What you see,
Is the change you seek,
Now pick up that pen and paper son,
Make all necessary subtractions,
Take hard work, integrity and honesty as additions,
Add to it, diligence, creativity and dedication,
Now divide your final answer,
By holy, pure, true religion,
What do you see?
Father,
I see change, yes I see change,
So we have to stop speaking change and start being change.

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THE NIGERIAN EQUATION

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Peter, my love...!!!

Let me tell you a story about my love Peter

One of my many followers on twitter.

Got me falling hopelessly with his love letter

Till we hit it off, 3^rd year-1^st semester

Needless to say the love grew sweeter

Graduated and served 3 years later

Thereafter signing the marriage register

With a cute daughter, 

life couldn't be better

Now Rita was the beautiful babysitter

With very heavily endowed "Man-chester"

Also a very talented pick-pocketer

Little did I know she was a man-eater

I should have listened to the stories from the street’s jobless carpenter

I should have suspected Peter’s constant stares at the newscaster

Or even his lustful stolen glances at the bar waiter

I should have expected to catch my man and Rita

Recklessly, merrily Rollin’rolls on my two-seater

Temperature almost shattering the thermometer

Only thing I could calculate was the perimeter

Between me and her broken bones which won’t heal even with plaster

And have me behind bars for manslaughter

Good thing common sense came up like a lighter

Remembering the crime movies seen at movie theatres

thinking no jail term, 

no emotional roller-coaster

So I gave them a space of 40 kilometres

Now I’m blazing a packet of dorchester

Who would have thought I’d end up so bitter

Needless to say he’d be hearing from my barrister

Oh Peter, ma peter, 

the hopeless cheater

Now I’m ready for a new chapter

Really hoping that my next epistle would be much brighter

With lots of reasons for loud banter and laughter

Cos I and I know I ain’t a quitter

To be continued……………………………………

by 

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