YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN

Before I make sense let me say this,
For already our rainbow has lost three colours.
And where the Niger meets the Benue river,
There's now silence..

There were three strands of thread,
And we are now hanging on the last.
My ancestors won't like this on facebook.
They have said there's a Biafra in the other side.
And Ojukwu is still their leader..
but i did not comment.
Already, our rainbow has lost three colours,
Those yahoo boys have struck again,
Or is it the politicians this time,
and between them is there any difference?

Once we were men now we are mended,
menses and the other thing I should not call.
The gods were hungry, then angry then both.
but now they are not sure...

They say Buhari should not die,
or he may be their president..
The president of the dead.
And how they hated that recession.

And just before I make sense..
There were three strands of thread.
How did we get here?
How can we arrive ahead of the road we were travelling on?
For dawn cannot start before the sun is awake.
Opinions are free; you can have your own.
But if anything happens before the sun's awake.
I'm sorry, but you are on your own.

© Samson Abanni

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