Millions shouting,
Thousandschanting,
Hundreds growling,
All for a change.
On the street of the Northerners,
They music to my ears "Change of the nation".
In the westerners hall of residence,
Their watchword synonyms to " Change for representation".
In the easterners business world,
I hear few say "change our world".
All the populi clamouring for change.
Who is to bring this "change"?
No one knows.
However, an old boar has been chosen,
to bring to them the change they desired.
"The old boar is experienced"; mentioned all.
Some Raining days after, they see less than they expected,
Complaints here,
Defence there.
Criticisms attack criticisms.
I asked myself "Is this the change they voted for?"
As I sit on the fence dividing Nigeria from the outside world,
I wonder if there had been any change at all.
But I was cautioned by chattering bird,
to listen to the soothing words of hope.
Hopefully, we will meet with the demands of
Civilization as we journey through the path of
Barbarism and Savagery.
Here I stand till its coming.

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