My Oga at the top
Na una I come greet
I salute una well well
For all the tins whey u dey do
Na to dey shout, we dey on top the situeisan
All the time sote
Dem wan kill all of us finish like chickens
I don tire down now sef
Darkness come become our friend
Sotee, hin bright pass sunlight
Hunger for morning, depression for noon
Death for night; three-square meal
Na sote hardship you dey bring
With your sweet mouth
Increment and inflation
Na hin be your blueprint.
© Abiola Justice David
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