Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
Akunyili - Poem by Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
When the ding-dong calls from the dinette,
We no longer need fear the dingy dinner in a flat clean dish.
When I thirst, and I am thrifty,
The water in bottles no longer need be the only sure guarantee against diarhea, typhoid and other death mongers.
When NAFDAC recognizes, the risk is less agonizing.
Five naira takes care of my thirst,
The taste is the taste of satisfaction,
Just because there is integrity in food and drug control!
When nippers scratch and are nauseous,
And teens get their heads aching,
Consequence of their knack for knocks or falls.
We fear not so much again for the rattles of syringes,
For their days of commandeering bruises are over.
For we know, we have tabs and capsules, syrups and spirits.
These can cure better than the very painful pricklier called- syringes.
The scourge of HIV and tuberculosis,
They are well curtailed.
Just because there is efficient drug administration!
When we bath or brush,
We need not tremble nor fear. No jouncing.
There is honesty in food and drug administration!
Dora, the mother that battles murder!
One in a million queen, and alleviator of our legion drug and food inflicted plights.
Quite dogged, because she dares death to save us death.
Great for her consistency and unbias.
Because she cares, the health of the nation is safeguarded!
Accolades are mere without exception.
Dora's is exceptional, Dora is exceptional!
When this ride gets rough, as it sometimes does.
Let not our Dora relent or regret.
This Dora shall receive the crown of justice.
She shall wear the garment of an angel,
She is one, she is worthy and she has the gait!
Let not our appreciation, depreciate you.
Let not the illicit barons, milling the high mansions of power, outwit you
Let the stride continue,
The distance is almost covered.
I am a Nigerian, we shall pray you get there faster.
Their weapons will never whip you!
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