Magnificent

 AT THE CROSS ROAD By Anuma Maxwell Nigeria is at a cross road Carrying on its back a heavy load Corrupt leaders coming out bold To mine and steal our Gold Don't blame them, our birthright we sold Over congoes of rice on the road After then, we are left in the cold No one to hug and hold They turn deaf and activate ghost mode. Get your P. V. C we are continually told Vote wisely and do not fold So that in the end, you won't turn old While asking for your rightful dough.

 THEY ARE ALL LIES: THE B. O. T ANSWER By Anuma Maxwell "... get your P. V. C, for in change, there is continuity."   I retrospect back to 2015, 100l second semester studying philosophy, it was election time, trust us, we were forming socio-political philosophers, always debating the whole election saga whereby the country was painted to be in an irredeemable state that can only be redeemed by our one and only savior Buhari. I make the sign of the cross here. Four years later, in 2019, the aroma of failure filled the air space. Our one and only saviour had fallen at the third station on his way to Calvary to redeem us. He had fallen and could not pick himself up anymore. Yet, we picked him up by making excuses for his failures that were so glaring that even the blind received a miracle and could see it. Oh! I forgot to mention his puppet right hand man, the "O" in-between the "B" and "T", so ineffective and insignificant, silent like a monk ...