YOU WANT OUR MONEY OR OUR PROPERSITY?

As bells jingle

Many calls from campaigners

Telling us the saviour has come, and one has arisen to complete His mission

His mission! What mission? I question

To steal, kill and destroy or to save us!

You want our money or our prosperity?

Education is lagging behind friends and fair masters mate

Mr. fantani allocates a billion Nigerian Naira for his candidature

Borrows more from friends and associates and gets billion more as a gift to run the race.

You want our money or our prosperity?

On the altar of promises and the podium of graceful intentions driven by power

You read out browsed and drafted lies to the people

You say in your mind; hail me gerian fools! For I need regain my gifting

Better; Now I see why you kidnapped education and jail infrastructural development

For the renewed mind of the populace will bring light to men imposed darkness

You will never mind if u can “A” pprehend and “SUU” the union to cripple the Great Light of the Nation;

Still, you say more to come

Come let's ascend to the next level of no vision

Another says He is born again, the ship I co-wrecked, let’s get it working again

You want our prosperity or our money!

You syphoned a lot

You’ve kept a lot,

We remain the same

Guess it's not your fault, till the people wake up

Nigeria’s kingdom will surely come

Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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MY FATHER

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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