His august presence
Sends chilling waves
Through my frigid nerves
Looking like one from Mars
With a golden hand to shake



Never before
Seen Mr. President
Only heard and read about him
No more
Now behold him
Looking like one from Mars
With a golden hand to shake.


My heart wandered in ecstasy
That I be so honoured
This great being
Looking like one from Mars
With a golden hand to shake
Then came the real moment
Nothing else except thin air.


Between myself and Mr. President
Eye to eye, monitored on all fronts
By horde of security personnel
It's like a dream that I see
A man from Mars
With a golden hand to shake


At last my hand was locked
In a warm hand shake
With Mr. President's
My heart leapt for joy
My body warmed up
It all seemed like shaking hand
With one from Mars
With a golden hand to shake.


Oh! God, I didn't want to let go
Save the overzealous security personnel
Looking more uncomfortable
Than Mr. President
Yes, there are honour, glory, wealth
None do I take
As a hand shake with Mr. President.




Maximum respect to Mr. Jerry Agada.