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Poem about our former president, Goodluck Ebele Jonathan

Under his watch

 He was a vilified coach

   We wanted to undo his time

      And his noble name became a crime 


Our lives were very nice

   We could afford garri and rice

      We could go to the market

        With a little cash and buy a full basket 


Yet from the north, we called him clueless

From the south, we termed him directionless

From the east, we called him weak

From the west, we called him sick


He is no more in power today

But the return of his watch we daily pray

Beaten and broken, the whole nation

Is saying: Return our corruption 


✍️Kingsley; The Cub to the Seven Gods