IF I WERE FANI-KAYODE, I WON’T TAKE THIS NONSENSE FROM JUBRIL!

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As a fine lawyer, a brilliant writer, an activist, a leading opposition figure and one of the most important stakeholders in the Nigeria project, I won’t take all these nonsense from Jubril from Sudan. Since before now, I have complained, I have yelled and challenged the Presidential handlers and queried their audacity to make a […]

IT IS THE JAMBITES

They jump to the race of pen-pals,
They call JAMB their pen robbers,
They stoop lower like a monkey
Just to make a balance with the achievers.
It is the Jambite.

They face the ogre in the battlefield,
It seems to be an Armageddon,
Weary the days and cheery their ways,
Foresee their success and prepare the ground.
It is the Jambite.

The outcome is back as anticipated
They discovered a level of playing-ground
Some are ‘worths’ and some are ‘flops’
The worth are here, the flops are there
It is the Jambite.

Struggle for chance and worry for time
Crown me the king or make me the chief
Their worrisome faces and weary looks can tell the tales
While they make their moves to those that care
It is the Jambite.

The struggle for chance and time is gone
Period for show is back in time
The means for freedom is justified
Take my ‘wares’ and bring your ‘wares’.
It is the Jambite.

Oh! Jambites, play it cool.
The end will justify the means.

– 2003

When my belly aches me

When my belly ache me

I grunted, I complained

The mouths diagnosis uncover the solution

Prescription was made, medication was taken

But believe me, it is ungood, unfunction

When my belly ache me

I murmured, I reported

The brains guess the cause

‘Jump up and down and relieve stress’

So it was prescribed

I said ‘no’, it isn’t the heavy stomach

of overweight that caused it.

When my belly ache me

I kept silent… mute

The pains developed and I became confused

One plus one, mathematically, two

I discovered the cause

It is a thought, thoughts…

Guess What!

Four years gone, as it has always

Economic lost, political lost,

action lost, promises lost…

The head is there: certainly there

But far from acting…

Whole session gone

Promises disfufilled, malfufilled. Oh! unfulfilled

My belly keep aching me

What again!

Yes I know, the new political actors

Warming up

Promises again, I am concern

Will they think? Can they act? are they fit?

I guess they will, they can, may be they are

My phone is ringing; loud and clear

All I can ear is ‘we are worth it’

If they are, time will tell.