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There were high hopes for the City Boy Some protested against his kingdom come Some wanted to to see how it played out Well it has, and we all want him out. There's been fire on the mountain for quite awhile We're not saying it just began now  I reserve the worst of my ire  For those who stir the chaos with silent hands  Silent hands who gift loud guns  To massacre humans along religious divide  Our eyes are covered in blood (they bleed!) Our skin too numb to utter a word  Buhari was the Silent One City Boy the Avoidant One The Flying Savant All of whose promises came to nought I wish I was a dragon and could spit out fire  To burn up rocks at the sound of my voice  And at the feel of my breath  To put an end to every threat  Of course, there are problems with every man  Every rule, every country, every administration  But we've seen men make who make it work  In few short years achieved a lot There is a differ...

Spoke to my mother About life, and my dissatisfactions. She looked to me and smiled, She said, son, be grateful. She recounted some stories, How some have it less glorious.  If I can wish for me, Indeed, I can be more grateful.

I have been fishing hard by the river  Where I was washed and prepped for ‘ever I have caught some fish here and there  But, Lord, where do I cast my net? Lord, I don't mean to be ungrateful  I'm a half full kind of person  But lately I feel half of empty Lord, where do I catch my fish? Is it on the path where I am? Or should I cast out to the deep end? Should I let go of loyalty? But, Lord, on you do I depend. We see the miracle of five loaves and two fish  Of the casting of net by the river Of the coin in the mouth of fish O, Lord, I'm not an unbeliever  I have been fishing hard by the river  Where I was washed and prepped for ‘ever I have caught some fish here and there  O, Lord, where do I cast my net?