Oh villa oh villa
Why do thou ensnare our first women in you
First, it was Stella
who in a bid to favourably compete with the shapely drum tight belle ladies that hover round you
got ensnared by you
and got herself snuffed out
like a sudden withered flower

Then came Turai
Who you got enmeshed in power
Compare to that of head of caliphate
That even after the death of her husband
Relinquishing power was national outcry
Hence, doctrine of necessity

Your ensnared Patience is still fresh in our memories
You made her diverted our kids from 'Barney & Friends' to herself in comic
Floated her with a sea of power
That inadvertently made her a co-pilot
On her husband's nose-dived plane

Oh villa oh villa
Here you are again
Set to pitch our amiable Aisha against our change pilot

Oh villa oh villa
Could Reuben Abati be right about you?
Or should we take it that all 'villa' as we call village
Is embedded with witchcraft?

Hmm..