Like an alcoholic confessing his sins to a toilet bowl
\nI’m ready to let it all out And
\nRun my mouth like Mohammed Ali would run commentary for the Super bowl
\nAnd
\nBe rest assured that
\nTruth will be told
\nBe it in the scorching afternoon on the streets of UTANGA
\nOr on Obudu mountain’s evening cold<\/p>\n
I\/
\nStand before you here as a thief
\nReady to rob you off the prejudices and misconceptions
\nYou hold dear to your heart\/
\nYes
\nI’m a thief
\nNot in need your money but all you have to pay me is ATTENTION<\/p>\n
Pay attention. . .<\/p>\n
I hear the voice of a man in tattered clothes
\nWearing a life jacket to prevent him from drowning in his own tears
\nBegging and pleading, promising heaven and earth
\nI see a man knocking on doors in my neighborhood
\nBegging my parents, my siblings, aunts and uncles
\nI hear a man telling me his tales of how he had no shoe
\nHow he had no good clothes and all he has been through
\nBretheren
\nBefore us stands a man promising to split the red sea like Moses did (PBUH)
\nHeal the sick and restore sight to the blind like Jesus (PBUH) did
\nBring us from darkness to light like Muhammed (PBUH) did
\nReady to sacrifice all he had like Moremi did
\nAnd protect us, like the sacred tree, guarded by Pandoria warriors<\/p>\n
Little did we know
\nAbout the powers possesed by our fingers
\nThat we could install and uninstall leaders like computer programs
\nOr with our voices, shutdown a country like an overheating PC
\nOr reboot if we’ve had a bad start like Usain Bolt defaulting
\nLittle did we know that our thumb is viewed as a mineral resource
\nBy incumbent and would be leaders
\nRuling party and the opposition
\nOf course
\nWithout follower-ship, the leader’s ship will be drowning
\nWhich puts us in a perfect position to be the captains of our own destinies<\/p>\n
Pay Attention…<\/p>\n
So we believed the crying man and gave him our thumb
\nAnd like the Grameen model, his collateral was his trust
\nThe man who once promised to be a leader now acts like a boss<\/p>\n
All in a bid to remain on a sit made by our thumbs…
\nThe question is…what brand of weed have you been smoking?
\nWhite widow or silver haze?
\nThat has prevented you from paying the minimum wage
\nWhich has left everyone in anger and rage. .
\nLook son…!
\nThe old are dying and the the new ones are refusing to be born
\nIf you continue like this, be rest assured that in hell you may burn<\/p>\n
May I remind you of the time you came begging for a finger, O special one
\nI still wonder why we didn’t give you the middle one<\/p>\n
Our queries are answered only by a resounding silence
\nRather than help us, we are used against ourselves
\nThe xtian against the muslim
\nThe rich against the poor
\nThe educated against the uneducated
\nThe unbeliever against the disbeliever
\nHouseholds against households
\nRegions against region<\/p>\n
So to every breathing thing listening to me. . .
\nRefuse to be used as a pawn in the political chess game. . .
\nYou sell your future and that of your kids
\nFor every vote you sell
\nIn your fingers lies powers
\nPowers to make and un make
\nPowers to change the world
\nPay attention to the powers in your hands
\nNo matter where and how you were born
\nEither in the most beautiful of cities
\nOr the remotest of villages
\nBe rest assured that one day, without compromising your integrity, you will get there
\nCos, I started from the bottom, now I’m here<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Like an alcoholic confessing his sins to a toilet bowl I’m ready to let it all out And Run my mouth like Mohammed Ali would run commentary for the Super bowl And Be rest assured that Truth will be told Be it in the scorching afternoon on the streets of UTANGA Or on Obudu mountain’s evening cold I\/ Stand before you here as a thief Ready to rob you off the prejudices and misconceptions You hold dear to your heart\/…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":8,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-230","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"yoast_head":"\n