THE GIANT OF AFRICA.

The gentle man of his family has sharpen a tooth.
For what ?
The lion of our house is nothing than a goat.
Why ?
The cockroach of his family has develop a neck.
When ?
The mosquito of our family refuse to suck and sting.
Anything wrong ?
The life wire of our house is absent.
How ?
Hmmmm ?
Our machinery are blunt .
Our workmanship are gone.
Our strength wax old.
Who will revive us ?
The red letter on my table refuse to be painted.
The jar in my shelf refuse to be filled.
The bronze sandals in my room refuse to be polished.
The silver stones refuse to move.
And the golden red pen refuse to write.
Haaaaaaaaaa !
Who will restore us ?
The pot in my kitchen refuse to be watered.
The books of law on my cupboard refuse to be inked.
The streams in my backyard refuse to flow.
Haaaaaa !
The walls are cracked.
Who will hold them up ?
Our labour are far from us.
Our coloured television shows black and white.
Our lazy bones are weakened.
Hmmmmmmmmm !
Our spirits are in combat with our souls and our body are looking afar us.
The milk in cows goes sore.
And the leather in goats flattered.
The saliva in our mouth went sore and sweet
unable to spit and swallow.
Something must be done to this.
The aroma in my kitchen become unbearable.
The atmosphere roar for war.
Haaaaaaaaaaaa !
Who will save us ?
The birds of the air are laughing.
The giant weeds are waxing strong.
And the well nurture plants fainted.
Who will bring the government to the masses ?
Nigeria !