Wake beloved! ‘Tis a new break.
I'm serving again, your chosen taste.
This is a nourishing national cake,
have it hot and all without haste.
This is a letter to Buhari-
our born-again president elect.
Tell him we all hope to own a Ferrari,
as we have his past thumbed not to reflect.
Tel him I myself lost my wife
to the wind of a jobless life.
And I'm now a busy baker,
thriving to get back my Rebecca.
Tell him we want back our Nigeria
that was won by compatriot sons,
whose blood have been fed to bacteria,
and their bones, burnt by century suns.
Tell him we crave for a country,
free from aristocrats legal robbery;
Whose forever leaking purses,
swells by the sweat of slave-like sources.
Tell him to publish the message of peace,
that he might own his live in a piece.
For the Nigeria of today,
will not rethink to revisit his yesterday.
Tell this too, to Buhari;
That we are done greedy for garri.
Tell him we want the national cake-
the one this poetic pen shall bake.
David O. Olusanya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem