105 Days Later....... By Ashraf Akintola

When the wind blows away the roof of a carpenter
Or scurries with a striker’s _penalty to throwing_
Or undo the fabrics of a model
There and then, the world has seen
The end of such an enterprise
It may look Jujuish, hypnotizing and befuddling
How imbued with love for a man Millions would be
We knew we haven’t reached as a nation, mountain Olympus to say Eureka,
We knew we were in deep Political Ballyhoo
Economic Ebola
and Social Hubble-bubble
covered with Boko Haramic Miasma.
Yet God shamed the jejune antics of the opposition
With the resounding welcome
The Sick Nation gave to her ailing leader
Despite numerous pontifications of FFK,
Diarrheic tongue of Fayose,
And the uncouth utterances of the Igbos
Baba’s Stoicism and integrity makes him A dear to all and sundry
A man you would like to like
A General you'd Love to love
A man with little words but deafening body language
That made the world believe,
What you’ve forgotten, others would never know,
What you’ve lived, others would read about,
What you can do, others can only dream about
As that comes only with experience, knowledge and wisdom
Baba, we hold our trust in God, but we believe in you!
_God Bless Nigeria!_ Sai Baba! Sai Buhari!

Yeah you are right
when the spinning of the earth
is not a dance but of drunkiness
of gin of pollution of devastation.

Tiz this troubled nation
that feed her food to the termites
even when she starves,
her horn- the rulers
they hit her-
dig deeply into her flesh of peace
to create a well of troubles.

Tiz this nation
running around like a mad dog
flling- breaking- shattering
into pieces-.

Tiz this nation
hunger loom over our belly
fill it with a pasta of worms
we design a smile of pretence
from a fabric of stupidity and hypocracy.

Tiz this nation
where nothing matters
except the queitness
gaggled in the mouth with follies
wailing rises- like a troubled wave
of the sea.

I will be still-
I won't act
that is why
WE ARE DYING.