I Dreamt Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

I dreamt of that seat
The alcohol our bigwigs drink
Its sweet odour charms
And breaks the mended soul

I dreamt of clashing cymbals
Speaking the voice of God
Sweeping the world for men
To raise their heads

I dreamt of the Crocodiles begging for bread
The Pythons dancing drunk
Rock rushing at Aso
Hands changing power

Then I stood up
In my royal regal
With my divorced chin and angry nose
To give you a high five

Take it
For we shall win the race.