Photo credit: Shine Your Eye Hell into paradiseAir-con ‘ll be there .We’ll build bridgeLagos to London. Cunny man dieCunny man bury amWho no know go knowWho no sabi go sabi. We love youJobless will getA zillion nairaJust vote us. Cunny man dieCunny man bury amWho no know go knowWho no sabi go sabi. Your roads…
Photo credit: Daily Post Here they goSo they blow.Blessings upon youAnd you too. You’re only rightAfter paying tithes.Pay your first fruitFrom unlimited loot. Daddy GO’s petA brand new jet.So many churchesMembers with less riches. Do as I sayTo make a wayFor prosperity,Else continuous austerity. If you’re churchlessYou may be hopeless.When you’re churchyHappily heavenly. @as 013023
King of the road, 440Eating our produce.Sikira oniwo,Goes spreading terror. Jokes we cracked,We ne’er flee lorriesCattle we would440 + 220 for. Fear of cowherdsBegins one’s wisdom.Modernised they areAK47 a-plenty. In their wake.Poor farmers they leave,Some dead, others wounded,Farms and dwellings burnt. Thus goes humanity,Where’s food security?They are winning,Another colonising! @ as 012518
Where’s he going?Should’ve beenBut hasn’tYet to arrive. We grew togetherBut missed he the wayAnd totally missedIf there’s eternity. Papa told his storyOne starry nightYou lived togetherLong while ago. Things have changedI’m made, men!He an old pauperLock the door. @as011718
Photo credit: the Punch We’re dryNot becauseWe never triedAll got lost We workedAnd prayedThey strawedOur miserly pay Harmattan’s hereEverywhere’s dryHere and thereNothing to fry So much hopeWhen it rainsNo more lossIt’s payday. @ as011618
Oh when the Saints. Went for prayer,Against the slayer!For elongated life,Before being paradised. Go marching on. Not knowing,Death was coming.In a jiffy,Without pity! Oh when the Saints. Through the gunWith no fun.Though no robberBut a farmer. Go marching on Not to matterRat a tatter.Throats are slitFor cows to eat. Oh Lord I want to be…
Oluwa o! Against all oddsAnother celebration of GodAll is wellE’en in the well! Oluwa o! Christmas is usually gayThe gaiety has been held at bayJust like plantsWe’re having variantsCOVID we hadOMICRON we now have! Oluwa ma gb’ojo ose l’owo mi! Praises to HimWho’s saved meFrom all hellBrewed in knell! Ma gbe Satide! Future uncertainEven with…
