Who are you? Two-faced scoundrel Whom do you know That you sent to work Are you really Boko Haram? The Educational Insurgent? Or a genocidal lecher Hungry for humans’ pride The jewels of our nation You have sold to the Devil’s claw In your inspiring conspiracy Our mirror was shattered


Together we stroll Along white plains daily With my fingers Gripping, firmly, her tiny waist My feelings She put in black and white Combining lineation For generations to stare in awe On my palm she lay At night time Never sleeping Ever ready To trap Overflowing thoughts. Preventing them From fleeing