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Apr 2020
Silence cut through thick expectation,
Minds already at wits end hopeful,
For some favourable mention,
At least the cup can be half full;

The people of state are in a frenzy,
Day and night they stand watch,
Not a time to be lazy,
Bonfires pierce the night like a torch;

Criminals are on the loose,
Tiny looking lads called the untouchables,
Ask the vulnerable to choose,
Between life or their valuables;

The otherwise heavy-handed jackboot,
Suddenly has grown light,
They that delight in shared loot,
Miraculously have blended with the night;

So, here we are on another leg,
A journey within four walls,
With nothing, even a happy keg,
To quench the longing in swollen *****
The President of Nigeria has ordered another fourteen days continued lockdown in the face of COVID19 scourge.
In a dispassionate and very robotic countrywide address, the man mentioned everything but how to keep Nigerians from tearing out their hair before the end of an extended lockdown.

Already armed robberies and looting have begun in the suburbs of Lagos and Ogun states. Eliciting community vigilante initiatives.

As usual the Nigeria police have no clue.

Nigerians are now left wondering how the disorganised methods distributing palliatives would suffice over the next fortnight.

Well, Nigerians can only turn to what they know best: prayers; hoping not to die of COVID-19 or by hunger's claims.
April 13 2020
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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