WHAT I WILL TELL YOUR OFFSPRINGS
I
I know nothing but a constancy of facticity
Mind me chronicling the bitter pill?
What we today exult grieve upon,
Why we joined the crocodilians
In shedding these saline fluid
Was to satisfy your pater's greed

II
I forewarned,
His ear he won't prick up.
Heeds I preached,
Advertency he would lack.
For him, I left my intrinsic brevity
Don myself with Parrots' feather
Turned to a re-born Jeremiah
Yet
He won't stop stealing our tallage for fun
He, your father the only albino
Would not stop stealing at the market place
With his known translucent cloth,
He would not stop fighting at night.

III
He entered our barn with a yam
He left with the whole barn
Leaving behind the single yam he brought.
He would throw stones when the birds met
Felicitously to conglomerate
(The time for a better hunt)
He would throw obriki
When the fish are heading towards our bait
(The time for a better catch).

IV
Your father.... Your father
Your father I repeat
Never prefer a dovish circle
Rather, he would announced his hawkishness.
Never wanted a pacifistic human assemblage
Rather, he would always show off his martial bone.
Your father, your father
The worst among the best.

Another warning to the NAIS national body after OLUWAGBADE
AKINMULEYA AYOWUNMI ALFRED AYOKUNLE