NOT YET TO ANSWER YOUR CALL

Dipo:           Our lives are shinning so bright
                    With hope and promises.
                    We hoped to find greener pastures
                     In our beloved country.
                     The flag of destiny is blowing for the winds.
                     Let’s taste the wine of cheers
                     And forget our fears and tears.

Jungle Poet:   The winds of Lokoja and Boko-Haram?

                     or the floods of Ibadan?
                     Bright with ties and empty purse?
                     Wine and dine with scattered home?
                      Using God to cover hope?
                      Though I stay afar from home;
                     ... here I smile at least a bit...
                     Time will come for me to come
                     Wait - I get the sword and kit...