And I, an onlooker perturbed by this pungent odour
Which lacerates my skin and the skins of many alike
But in which many a folk find flagrance
We wait, wait, and still wait



This erosion didn't start today
Consuming our souls gradually, till we all go American
Values will go and the fracas will remain
And like others we'll savour the fruits of our gullible silence



As we all embrace the bridal showers,
wedding cakes and gowns
Bridal trains, Groom's night and all that come with them
jettisoning the core Muslim rites for the trendy ones



Let's not forget that as pretty as a fruit looks when ripe
An invasion of a worm or two turns it sour
We cannot but cherish the memories of our own
Sadly, Rome has conquered a new land
I heard that the adage has changed its tune
For when a Nigerian Muslim is even in Nigeria
He has to do as Romans do..