It’s 8 o’clock that’s 20:00 GMT
I got a call telling me
Not to leave my house
That the one I have been waiting for is coming around,
But I’m on a bus trying to get home.
Conductor abeg gimme my change (conductor please give me my change).
Oga eni suru mo ni changi’ (sir relax I do not have change).
But in your hand it’s complete, make my change and stop acting deranged.
I think everything in this rickety jalopy is trying to delay me,
Coz it’s now 20:10 and the driver is caught in argument over the removal of fuel subsidy,
Because he was surprised
When he saw price,
Prices of fuel hitch hike
Note: she said she’ll be here at 20:15
I’m 5 minutes away and I still don’t know where to begin
Coz I need to prepare for her, clean my room and do the dishes
Like a farmer washing his net to catch some fishes
Her coming around makes me uneasy because I don’t know what to expect,
I think she is the real terrorist the Federal Government should find
Because Boko Haram couldn’t blow up anything as much as she blows my mind.
Oh my goodness you should see her dance
Her waist is like rubber coz she twerks like she’s from Otueke.
She’s so beautiful with her spectacles and open teeth
Spreading her tentacles and supporting my feet.
There are over a hundred and fifty million cells within me
And she touches each one, affecting them in their locality.
I’m a popular guy
So it’s only logical I date a popular guy
Everyone here can tell
For she has been with you whether guy or girl
No, she’s not bisexual
But she’s multilingual
She can speak the language of every individual
So loving her for me is a ritual
Her name is change as in “Delta”
Mitigating militants militating against my future
She’s not always good when she walks in through the door
Sometimes she’s bad but she’ll always bring something to the floor.
She has the ability to change a beast to a prince
To change a frog to a prince
She’s the kind of lady you propose to on your knees
And wake every morning to bless with a kiss.
She’s constant K like in the word “chronic (krↄnik)”
Look for her in the sound she’s faster than your eyes, supersonic.
You can’t get rid of her easy
That’s why a whole lot of people sing that old song by R-Kelly
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Only so they could unchanged the change that changed everything
Chanting chants of changeable or unchangeable chantry.
It’s the sound of her knocking
Its 20:15 and she’s at my door step
My heart is filled with suspense
Because it’s like I’m standing on a knives edge.
If change means to transform
Then it means she is a transformer, not Optimus Prime
So don’t hug her else she’ll shock you in time.
Times change to seasons,
Crimes change to prisons,
Boys change to men,
And nine eventually changes to ten.
But she’ll work in your favour if you go on your knees and pray
And ask the Father so she’ll do as you say
And after all is said and done
It’ll be in your favour every single thing.
Now that change has come
I’ll dry my tears and open the door
For she’s the change I have prepared for.
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