TELL MR. PRESIDENT

 Tell Mr. President this;

Tell him I’m here, I’m dying of death,

Tell him that fate and hope are farfetched.

Tell him that he is a coward!

He is dull, blind and a disgrace to presidency.

Tell him to switch on his television set.

Tell him to listen to the radio to hear about the outburst of death in the land.

Tell him to read newspapers.

Tell him, convince him.

He doesn’t read, he is as dumb as his Fulani cows.

How can he say herdsmen have nothing but sticks with them?

When then did sticks start releasing bullets?

How come innocent lives drop dead in every trespass of herdsmen?

How come about 200 people were burnt in their sleep? 

 Tell him to tell me!

Do we now fight invisible enemies?

Or humans now drop dead like the fruits from a tree?

At least we have identified the cause to our death he foolishly denies,

So tell him to tell me why people die?

Tell him!

Tell him to tell me about his foolishness.

He should release the senselessness he stores in his empty skull.

 

I thought he was a soldier?

A soldier who was never sold to course!

Now see what his cluelessness has caused us?

He fights corruption but he is corruption personified.

He has exposed how not enough he is as a man.

He promised to fight and end boko haram few months after swearing in,

We waited to see his formidable plans into every force,

We waited to feel secured that we have a man who is truly for everybody and for nobody

But our hopes were all dashed against the rock when he appointed a dullard like himself to transmit a transmission that will kill him soon, so I can spit on his grave.

The only thing I wish him is anything worse than death.

I don’t have any regret writing this.

Tell Mr. President I said it!