Sympathy comes when all your entreaties hit a wall of NO
Wetin you carry come, you still carry am go
Chike’s case was like that of Moses
He saw the promise land of milk and roses
He saw the left, right and center
But failed to enter
Chike all night braved his hardon
But the hairy gate granted him no pardon
O! Prison gate, fastened with padlock
Chike has patience but no Goodluck
Such a gentleman, he doesn’t force things
Even when the typhoonic congi grow wings
She has it and she flaunts it
But only give it when she wants it
O! Chike, count your nearlys, name them one by one
And it will surprise you what your gentleness has done
If only Chike had known the username and password
But then again, nothing pass God
But if you seek for a man who climbed the tree
To confirm the ripeness of the mango
Then came down to throw sticks on it, ask me
And I will show you CHIKE THE GENTLEMAN