I
Surely. We have travelled this far
On a mission of mild impossibilities,
Made possible by the villainous vultures,
Whose marauding menace marvels more than morals?
Now. Touch down on that lean road of mishaps,
Where politics carved a craggy niche for tricksters.
II
You will feel the fiery canine of disgust.
You will spew the sputum of rage.
You will dread the ageing whisk of iron vipers.
You will wilt at their sardonic sermons.
You will behold the quiver of bones at the podium of lies.
You will hope for the metallic moon for insight.
III
Surely. We have travelled this far
In the visions of grim-faced mockers,
Made visible by their belligerent nights of orgies.
You will curse and query your fate's cruel cunning.
You will discern their tragic maze of infamy,
You will cringe at the cavalcade of rhetoric –
VI
We won a landslide victory today.
I assure you that security challenges will be nipped in the bud.
The president has the right to get a fifth private jet.
Everyone is affected by the global recession.
The country cannot afford to pay salaries.
We shall plant cassava, corn, and beans.
The inflation index is twenty-point-one per cent high.
The exchange rate is two thousand naira per dollar low.
The government has to borrow from the Republic of China.
The country's reserves have drained so drastically…