Chike and Jude were one
To know one was to know the other
Of different parents, yet twin brothers 
And growing up was huge fun

University was a burden to carry 
For Jude, 'school isn't for the wise'
But Chike the bookworm feels otherwise 
'I'll aim for 1stclass, get a job then marry

Chike read books to fan his fire
Jude's academics was already a heap of ash
Their long train of friendship will crash‎
Vows derailed, love divided by barb wire

The wheels of days spin their cycle
Jude used his tongue to count his teeth 
Sucking Franklyns' face from yahoo's teat
Now he makes the rounds in social circles 

Chike is good but the world knows better 
Even church rats creep into the store house
Naira is the language of skirt and blouse 
As days spin their cycle, his eyes get wetter 

In a drunken world that applauds champagne bath
Jude flower on the humus of the sick society 
The world is drunk and wealth is a deity 
Chike will understand when they cross paths