That line comes back often
Like the aunty Tola's abiku
'The memories of our heroes past'
Ken Saro Wiwa and the nine
Even Dele the Giwa
Nigeria the nation I love
The love and the memories
They come together like strings
Of an ancient beaded crown
When Dele is no more deh
AAnd Wiwa can no more wa
Then we think of Goodluck.
Oil they say is flowing
Beyond the creeks to the palms
He is a Jonathan without a Saul
But with Patience on his side
His bowler can work the trick
Wondering if he shoots high or low
Jonathan sounds like John
Who knows
Vision 2020 may just not be so far.
