September 19 is coming.

Confusion lying in wait

At the polling units.

PDP, APC, no difference.

Just same men changing parties.

F*cking government.

 

What do I do on that day?

 

They claim they are not like the others.

But were tutored by the same men they try to fight.

Like, who the hell are you?

I’ve made up my mind.

We have no government.

Just reapers in khaki shirts and first class theft auto.

I can’t vote them out.

Doing so, means voting them in.

 

What do I do on that day?

 

I think I should sleep in the arms of comfort;

Drown my thoughts in a cup of tea.

Or maybe, I should take the path to leadership.

Oh no! I didn’t hear God calling my name.

God, why didn’t you call my name?

I’m confused.

 

What do I do on that day?