By Byes We Tie Ties

One by one we kept adding up;
Tis just an awe how we multiplied;
One by one we kept joining,
To become a single solid multiple. One Alliance.

Dydx. Founder of the shelter that housed the Alliance
That proud boy who knew his onions
Who always put pencil on paper,
And made houses with his computer.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of your blunt nature; your hatred turned love for scrambled eggs.

Rubutu. Cute, well-fed teddybear.
Underestimated at first, leaves you month agape in the end.
That professional in coupling and undulating sounds; always singing.
She made me dislike it, even when she could do it pretty.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of how you always stuck with Dydx; how you giggled and said "I'm happy" when excited.

Whytman. American Nigerian made of gold.
That actor who often cracked dry jokes even at wrong times;
Always pressing his phone; left us wondering why the keypad never wore out.
He always hyped himself; people loved his spot-free body.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of how you spent hours in the bathroom; how you danced funnily.

Salt. Pretty Igbo babe.
We loved her figur'8'ive expressions;
Always complaining of mosquitoes and heat even when we could do nothing,
She's sixty-one seconds faster than a snail when eating.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of how men tailed you; your popular saying, 'no wahala'.

Sparky. Epitome of sanguinity.
Her mind has no door; it's as free as a gift of nature.
Always taking pictures of herself as she breathes; carefree.
Her favorite body assets are her lips and breasts.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of how you liked bombom dancing; you always looked for Rubutu's trouble.

Abbey. Mother-hen of the Alliance.
She's made of wife material.
Always speaking Yoruba; we had to reply even though we were not as good.
She's in possession of excellent culinary services.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of your popular saying, 'Must gbadun l'agidi; Must l'ogba l'agidi!'

Geoff. The lady with the very full hair.
Melancholic in nature, very neat and organised.
She often withdraws to her shell when moody and leaves everyone out
Her skin's as soft as bread from the oven two minutes old.
We say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of your peculiar soprano voice; how you talked fast when excited.

The Alliance, we say bye now, but never mind;
'Cos by byes we tie ties, of memories;
Of unison, of love; how we were an envy to all.

Nigeria: The Suckling Independent

From troubles, Nigeria was born
From our present predicament, a greater Nigeria will emerge.
Before Nigeria was born, it took some time to realise
The true meaning of 'robbing Peter to pay Paul'.

Our replete lands were depleted to replenish theirs;
Sensing our naiive rulers, they juggled with their reasoning,
By making them think 'twas trade-by-barter going on,
When indeed 'pay for your own resources' was what was going on.

Our patriots bore hatred rods and space encroachments
To birth a blessed nation like Nigeria.
Just as discomfort from cold brings heat for warmth,
So did the discomfort of oyinbos bring Nigeria strength.

Delay being non denial,
Nigeria has reached the age of golden maturity
To nulify various false truths,
The lies we all will bring to denial.

Since we have to stoop to conquer,
Pride and misdemeanour we must give an Islamic burial,
In which we in no time commit it to six-feet,
'Cos time and tide waits for no man.

Because the people are the heart of a nation,
Nigerians must work on their credibility, sociability, and responsibility.
We need not a beautiful street with lights to prove a point,
'Cos with a spoiled people the country could be brought to naught.

The blemish in the face can be corrected in the heart,
But the blemish in the heart can't be corrected in the face.
If Nigerians can work on themselves inside-out,
Then a beautiful healthy nation we'll stare in the face.

The concept of a good Nigeria is like a fine nurturing tea
Which is sustained and harvested at maturity
Nigeria has paid enough to be mature and much more,
The fee 'f tea is simply fifty!

To be mature is golden
To be golden is to be fifty
If to be mature is to be fifty and to act it is a step higher,
Then paramount it is to act fifty-one!