By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Your clock time is up
So, don`t bother
Down your ancient tools
And pack your worn out bags
Polythene, textile, plastic
Put all of them together
Lump them together.
I know you`re fired up
But not all burning coals smolder
For that is the preserve of fools
On your way, beware of makeshift gags
They turned Umaru Diko into plastics
The only place for salvation today is Bethlehem
It`s only there that you can live for ever.