The opposition exploited the citizens’ cry for “change” to gain political power, but regrettably, the socioeconomic conditions worsened significantly. This poem captures the situation in three verses.
What happens to a change deferred?
Does it dry up on the lips of service mis-chiefs
Or lost in Aso shame-ber
Like the Chibok prime-mates in Sambisa?
Does it sink in the technocrats’ pits of mind
Or melt away in the scorching stare of opposition?
Does it ride on a democratic local-motive?
Or derailed from the topographic blunt rails of yore?
Maybe like what happens to the sacked without severance
Or the killed without viaticum…
We dread this mis-ery
