SHAKARA DON END!

I picture her
Like a pig she wallows deep in the mud
The one she prepared for herself
Basking in the hot sun, she smears her golden apparel with the wet clay.

I picture her again
With her filthy apparel that has now changed colour from bright gold to dirty dark-brown
That same golden apparel that was once the envy of all.
That same golden apparel that can be liken to Joseph's beautiful coat.
That same golden apparel that flows with the cool breeze as she runs playfully on the banks of the Niger.

I picture her again
As she walks with pride upon the flowers thrown to her by her maids
Pretty damsel she was
Beautiful as the sun-set
You can call her the Lily of the river Benue
Or the morning star of Africa.

I picture her again
All dirty and foul-smelling
She snorts loudly as she sits up
Shai, shakara don end!
#Naija.