FACE OF THE NAIRA
Nineteen goody packs of palliatives
Were brought on the Nineteenth April,
Twenty Nine hands were not on hand
To pick their places, Thirty Nine homes
Got their homes recorded, Fouty Nine
Disbursements would pass the budget.
Fifty Ninth day of woody narratives,
The natives expected Sixty Nine
Officials to work out a scheduled time -
Cross checking Thirty Nine homes
And truth of unrecorded collections
For a budget of abject disbursements.
Seventy Ninth day was a rude shock.
Towns and natives were gripped
By lockdown and climbing figures,
One hundred and Eighty Nine
Officials were on the frontlines
Converting Socials to Distancing.
Hundredth day was moodily speaking
Signs of the Hundred and Tenth day
When climbing figures would pan out.
Twenty First century is here at our gates
And the stock markets are not for us
The Naira would be One Thousand to ONE.
Eriata Oribhabor
Poet, Author, Crossroads & The Rubicon
August, 2020
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