FROM THE PRESIDENT`S OVAL DESK

(For President Goodluck Jonathan of Nigeria)

By Tikum Mbah Azonga


Your exquisite looks are vague and blank
Your crimson eyes are sunken and jaded
And your Mongolian noes, upturned
Who do you think you are?

You`ve just been to the London City bank
And with good luck, you have landed
But what about the customs free goods that were returned
Or do you think they`re for ever planted on tar?

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