BUHARI’S DANCE: The battle for the soul of Nigeria
The battle rages on, the dance fever pitch
Should we unite, should we break apart?
A blessing that should make men rich
now a curse like a dagger to the heart
A nation on agriculture once thrived,
now in the throes of death, poisoned and parched
Poisoned by the blackness that flows from beneath
The oil that poisons the souls of men and earth.
The black scourge that brings out the worst in us,
Greed, covetousness, hatred, all kinds of vice.
The black blood that poisons the minds of brothers.
turning what was once flesh into ice.
Weep Nigeria. Weep.
There is no victor in this dance of death…
only ghosts of a past of what was once true wealth.
Boglo ‘Gbenga, 2016.