They left that royal suburb in kainuri, Borno
And welcomed him into the world in Kano.
She lulled him to sleep when he cried in cradle,
Knowing full well he’s a leader the world would cuddle.
The world welcomed him into it political podium,
Rigorous and fearless; with no witty decorum.
Praises of him wasn’t soft and low,
He had the truest friends, and the noblest foes.
I fear his courage like the tiger in Siberia,
And how he restored democracy in sierra-leone and Liberia.
A fearless soldier with vigor and vim
The fiercest moments, he assuage with his team.
When inflation throttle around the neck of his country,
He gym it financial muscle - an economical moment of the century.
Fearless warrior in this battle field,
Metals clash and collide for him to shield.
With a hand full of a stable economy, he bade farewell to a nation,
While he left his name on the lips of countless generations.
My cubic pen quake in protest, as I write this poem for Abacha,
It is my 20 lines for General Sani Abacha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem