MARCH’S MATCH FOR JONATHAN THE BUHARIST
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
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).