SO NOW YOU CALL ME NAMES! (of politics, love and life by Jonathan Ezeanochie)
So now you call me names
And reckon me among the lame,
That our people cannot tame? So now you say I am bad,
Like that young uncelebrated lad
Hawking wares on the streets of Lag Did you not once call me brother?
And say I was better than the other
Why do you now these words utter? Must these many