In lands where words ripple like vivid streams,
I ponder upon Nigeria's elusive dreams,
Oh, how funny it seems,
A paradox dancing in sunlit gleams.

There, where elections were rigged,
And deceitful whispers firmly twigs,
Nigeria now seeks to restore,
A democracy drenched in truth's lore.

A waltz of contradictions in their sway,
A nation's past cheekily on display,
A tapestry woven with ironic threads,
Laughter tumbles within these intricate spreads.

But should we not oxymoron embrace,
For change can spring from a crooked space,
Though tainted paths they trod before,
A seed of democracy now they explore.

Let the chuckles echo in the air,
Yet hope whispers in hearts aware,
For redemption's door remains ajar,
Waiting to heal the wounds still raw.

So, let us cast judgment unto none,
But encourage a united stand begun,
In Nigeria's pursuit to rise and shine,
A comedy reborn, rewriting each line.

Funny it may seem, as poets reflect,
Yet remember, redemption we must respect,
For in the unraveling paradox of time,
A restored democracy may brightly chime.