Under his watch
He was a vilified coach
We wanted to undo his time
And his noble name became a crime
Our lives were very nice
We could afford garri and rice
We could go to the market
With a little cash and buy a full basket
Yet from the north, we called him clueless
From the south, we termed him directionless
From the east, we called him weak
From the west, we called him sick
He is no more in power today
But the return of his watch we daily pray
Beaten and broken, the whole nation
Is saying: Return our corruption
✍️Kingsley; The Cub to the Seven Gods
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