As he embarks on mission impossible
As we anticipate the magic from the magician
As we cast Goodluck away
As we see the dawn of a new day
We bend our heads to pray

The South South is wary
The North ever so merry
The West can’t possibly complain
Perhaps the East feels the same

The rest of us
Yes, we the Nigerians
Not bound by ethnic chains
Casted our votes in the same vain
Make no mistake
We are the future hope
We, the Nigerians

The prayer we say
Is that all his tricks hold sway
And an applause at the end of the day

Muhammadu Buhari and  Goodluck Jonathan

Muhammadu Buhari and Goodluck Jonathan


Because only destiny could have brought him all the way
And this destiny cannot let him fail
It will not
It must not

Can the necrosis be greater than this?
The pain is 10 out of 10
The acetaminophen giving temporary comfort
We need complete excision of corruption
Then healing can proceed

As my beloved teacher would stay
Let’s drain the pus
Let’s put good stuff in
This is beyond science
This is beyond good reasoning
This is beyond good luck
This is mission impossible

What can make the impossible possible?

Sincerity, honesty and dexterity
Will, beyond our imagination
At the right time in the right place
Destiny, with God’s grace
The seemingly impossible becomes possible

As we rejoice lets not forget
The change we seek
Yes, that change so sleek
Starts with me and you!



Dedicated to Nigeria especially on her smooth transition process from one civilian government to a new one.



Abudu Kabirat is a student of Medicine and Surgery in the College of Medicine, University of Lagos. She has got a knack for poems and short stories.



March’s Match for Jonathan the Buharist


At the end of the scheming month

Seal your quick speaking mouth

Call me no Seer or Prophet

For I am but an ensnared Poet


Though they sign an accord

I do not see peace as a chord

Tying us to the feat of the future

But a broken feet to be sutured


Call me the minstrel of Doom

I can only laugh at your gloom

For the bride shall be without a groom

Like the scattered sons of a broom


It would not be free and fair

For this to be free of fear

For man shall match man

And month shall match March


Jonathan the Buharist

Jonathan the Buharist

Expectations shall be dashed

Just as Hopes shall be ashed

Like the remnant of a cremated corpse

The wind shall blow ashes from its cups


You hate the sound of Jonathan

You say he is a nonchalant charlatan

And you love the wind of Change

You say it blows away your rage

Harvest your fears

And prepare your tears

For your heart shall be pierced

As change-victory would be scarce


What nonsense have I said?

Oh, what sense have I made?

Saying the Charlatan may laugh last?

Or Change would grow weary?

No, Not at all!


Just like John the Baptist

We have our Jonathan the Buharist


POSTSCRIPT: A word for the profound, as the foolish things of these present times confounds the wise.


 Tijani Oluwamayowa.


About the Author of March’s Match for Jonathan the Buharist

Tijani is a poet, witty speaker, and award-winning Journalist. He was awarded most outstanding Pressman at University of Ibadan for 2013 and 2014.

As a public speaker, Tijani became arguably the finest speaker on any Nigerian campus, following his win at the Nigerian Championship of Public Speaking (Abuja 2013).

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