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
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.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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
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.
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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