Who is this Malaysian boy?
His style is dashing,
His eyes are beckoning.
He is the eastern boy from Nnewi,
With the hands that work all day,
Where poverty has no space.
He is the western boy from Ile-Ife,
With the reckoning personality of dignity,
Here, kingship breeds.
He is the northern boy from Daura,
With the ancestral voyage of valour,
A nature of prestige.
You'll find him in his abode,
In the central district of Kuala Lumpur,
He burns candles at both ends,
The Nigerian trait of dutifulness.
Leaving b'ami, ma'mi, Aduke and Akanni back home,
He had tears in his eyes.
Again, his face lit up with the hopes of riches and glamours.
"In the nearest years", he had said, "I'll be rich and famous".
"I'll buy mama, papa, Nwanne and Nna each, a plot of land".
"Magnificent structures will stand on each land".
"Aminatu and Aliyu will go to better schools",
"Ramatallahi will no longer be a milk-maid".
He said these when leaving the shores of his fatherland.
His kidneys are dually intact,
They are very special to him.
He has been taught the essence of hardwork.
He understands the menace of moral decadence,
And the consequences therein.
He's indeed not a drug peddler,
He is not into cybercrime,
He's only gone in search of greener pastures.