Chaos and noise,Voices lost poise,Violence unrestrained,Change obstructed. Rigging and fraud,Will of people ignored,Leadership hijacked,Future brutally sacked. Weeping people,Torn dreams, hopeless and feeble,Nonviolent change obstructed,To our shame, corrupted. INEC’s promises were once high,BVAS and IReV, systems to try,Voter fraud to stop and deny,Nigeria’s future to fortify. But alas, the political class,Had different plans to amass,Voters intimidation with no class,INEC, their ally, a conspiring farce. BVAS and IReV, just words,INEC and politicians, blurred,Truth and justice incurred,Hope of free and fair elections, absurd. Charade persists, for how long?INEC and politicians cheat,Democracy’s hopes in chaos meet,Political class corrupt and steadfast. Exploiting ethnic and religious…

Some huge, evil men surround a big, black pot. It is apparent that a food is being cooked. The men strung round their waists black cloths like priests of a dreadful god. Their torsos are naked like the day of creation. Their countenances are scary, with eyes dilating like pebbles immersed in crimson syrup. The sweats that glide down their barrows are crimson-red too. Underneath the black pot are logs of firewood with billowing charcoal-black fumes and red flame. As one of the men heaves the lead off the black pot, the broth on fire catches the attention. It is…