FeBuhari!

FeBuhari!

The clanging bell of you deafen our ears

Like the ka BOOM gears

On Dele Giwa's downstairs,

Save our Ears!

These noisemakers, legal looters they are,

With empty promises of heaven unearth here,

In our polity of poliTRICKcians

In polyTYRANT parties.

Weak brooms weekly kiss our streets;

Caressing weak Dicks and Harries with swift tricks,

In feBUHARI they beg for DUMBprints

On bad locked sheets.

But they hooked it?

As Dasuki's well-cooked hit,

Febuhari or mar Buhari,

Our fists crossed for the waiting heat.

Febuhari.

 FeBuhari

Iron man!

Trading millions in zillions' zeal

Basking them in lion's derm*

As in a cavalry. 

February was Jo's decision ,

But Iron man, a strong opposition 

Masked him in cowardice, 

Just as he offers us lies.

On our periodic table,

He dines in his metallic stable,

Causing a great stubble

On any who causes him struggle.

Fingers crossed,

As we expect to be crushed.

For change we choose to be wise

And not trade with Jo to show otherwise. 

And Behold the FIREment of “BROOMBELLA” bout

Boom!

Was the news that birthed the newbie -

Coming in cavalry of raffia strands,

Opposing the calvaric tarpaulin stands.

Mob!

Was the assembly about-

Broomstick stuck in skins 

made us scurry to the shade of the stand.

Hurry!

Then scurry to give the stamp aid-

Just one thumb,

Even if dumb.

Order!

To your tents Nigeria-

The broom is scattered, 

And Umbrella tattered. 

 

 

*(South-African) guts

“BROOMBELLA” (Broom and Umbrella)

FIREment (Fire and Firmament)

 

Written by:

Bankole Kolawole

Olamiposi Omoyele