for the amiable general, a glowing light sparkling,bright of our heart....memories wil be made at the fountain of love when you will ride on the horse triuumphant and your light glows for this darkness of men of our land to vanish..

for ali mazrui from whose stream i drunk the water of knowledge from.

for real seekers of change..this rains of our heart will fall soonest and the killers of our dreams will be drenched in shame...

First section titled bone flutes: persecution songs

Perhaps you have beign pained, perhaps bloods of tears have ran through your veins.in this season when we bow to thieves of oil and killers of dreams.perhaps you have mourn.at the cemetary innocent skeletons of the immigration youths sing my song.those whites flowers you saw of our tommorow caught down by our today of darkness.

On screen you saw them.In shining gourds you see them drink palmwines of our sweats and laugh at the men of timea.when abati told the stories of corruption under the moonlites he echoed the chest of his man and told our children that stealing is not corruption and corruption is not stealing..you wept and ask and ask what manner of men are these killers...

Comrade this is a cabal.. We are against.they are every where like the spirit of the wind.in the media,in the streets with bags of rice.they stabbed our chests with swords of sufferings..since 1999 they tell stories and paid mouths for defence...like reno omokri like ait raypower like ohiria agbonsuremi like olisah metuh

arise .it is now or never..this killers must go..the waters are waiting...lets do the water gods a benefit by sending them the drunken fisher man who has broken the calabash of our treasury.