Someday, while the sunrise looks beautiful as always,
The time machine may lift off and land you in an era.
An era where you wake up as president of the country
Where plenty people live below the poverty line while the top government officials are fed fat.
The country where everybody unashamedly eats from the golden plate of corruption,
Where bribery like flattery will get you almost anything you desire.
The country blessed so much, the blessings become the curse.
The country raped by cabals in diaspora.
Where those who steal from the nation’s purse
To invest in already thriving economies are allowed to walk about celebrated.
The country strangled by misguided minds known by the sobriquet called Boko Haram.
Will you wake up and be the messiah, one who will sing songs of hope.
He who beats the drum for change?
Will you possibly eradicate poverty that has become a second skin without hurting the ones you seek to save?
Would you, yesterday’s commoner, ignore the greed lurking in your genes?
Would you repress the burning desire in your loins?
Wouldn’t you rather keep comfort for your generation yet unborn while the living wallow in lack?
Have you the audacity to bite the fingers that fed you?
How can you manage to be at logger heads with the king makers who play you as pawns on their chess boards?
Can you stand up to the ones who rigged the election in your favour for their favour?
How can you sacrifice your state of mind and resources to rebuild the dilapidated oil rich areas?
How can you improve the local industries when you don’t patronize them?
Just yesterday, you blamed the government, now you are the government the struggling people blame.
Will you listen to their pleas? Or will their voices drown in the river of fanfare that bubbles for you?
Will you be positively moved to better the lives of the people?
Would you reform the land and the minds of the people?
Will you be the president who works his minions hard enough?
When you have a throbbing headache will you do trust the health care facility of the country?
Would you be the one to transform the death traps called major roads?
Would you empower the youths, would you transform the power sector?
Don’t waste your seeds seeking a second term,
Sow the seeds you can, while you can.