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President Buhari In my country, miracles do happen And our politicians as pastors do, Lay hands on the economy and her citizens And at once, lives don’t remain the same I have read dollars walk out of the banking hall Nobody knows where they all went None could predict the path they took Not even the cashier busy with pens and papers Not even the accountants balancing the sheets on PCs No police to trace their steps, no forensic expert to predict their path This is one big miracle, only in one nation on earth Things happen and I am not disturbed Now that change is here, we hope things changes Too much to settle, with balance not better on deficit PDP wears the blame; APC does not make much of a difference One became the arm of thieves, the other a den of liars (PDP wears the demon; APC is the serpentine devil in black Agbada) The devil is marveled at the two as the country battles in-between The defeated are defecting, some feared changed is...

If the clouds could gather all of her lovely strength this moment And shame the distant Rivers that deprive us a pool of water If the chilly air could softly dance across the roofs and panes And time would stop boasting of his speed when he walks If nature could open her doors of splendor and beauty tonight And every young man rejoices in the wife of his youth We’ll rekindle passion, we’ll restore inspiration We’ll rebuild ecstasy so true beyond the wildest dreams of Mortals Touch me my spouse with the wonderful hands of your love Let me come into you, for in you is a corridor to pleasure Sweet paradise, allow me into the treasures of your bodies Take me in, and let me walk like a king invited by his queen. If the sky would annoyingly be brave this moment And bar the stars and moon from resting on her bed If the rain could fall freely without holding an aorta of grudge And the wind blows cool to every tree and cities If all eyes could...

New books piled in heights of their wits Old manuscripts covered in shame of their tattered garments Too many letters to settle scores between words Never done with numbers that have infinitum friendliness Too much to read, so much I bothered not to miss I have read and thought, listened to voices strong enough to Provoke the inks of my pens Yet words are lost between my pens and my papers. Teach me how to write Teach me how not to repeat the lines Take me step after step into your world Show me that beauty hidden in words What have I not seen? What have I not heard? Lust grossly guised with pleats of love, sex sealed to a doleful mess Too many lies wrapped around a truth that cannot be noticed I have carried plenty of pains, hurts and sadness this long Tired of reaching out again with the last drop of faith Consumed by flames of my fears, soaked in the rains of my tears Too much to hate, gossips of how I got laid Teach me how to make love anew Teach me...