WE ARE… I am the little girl next door The one play-embracing the floor My innocence was forcefully pilfered, while everyone was away I am the newest Mrs Ready to explore conjugal mysteries My breath was halted permanently, by fists furiously fuming with anger I am the latest graduate Tossed into the field of fate I couldn't fill merited vacancies Because I don’t have sabi-ficate(1) I am the traveller Unexplored destinations in my quiver I failed to reach my destination, because the spineless asphalt was blood thirsty I am the innocent thug Condemned by a perfect mob metals laugh into my rouge rind, as smoke resurrects impatiently I am a son of the soil Ahiajoku(2) knows my toil But I can't reap it’s proceed, the hooves stray bullets explored my body too soon I am a student With dreams seeking avenues to vent I wake daily to breathtaking mediocrity, Proudly implemented by our solomons of folly I am an activist My lips throw sharp jabs like tyson's fist Eerie biceps of intimidation, pay unscheduled visit to me every day I am your candidate, in need of your votes I am bound by sacred office oats I will turn slums into heaven, and siphon your resources into my deep offshore wells I am the hard man I cower not before any beast or man But I can't explore sambisa(3) nor eliminate blood thirsty hooves, cowardice sprints in my veins I am a religious leader Picked by our maker I dictate your every move, because your brain is invalid I am an officer of the law protecting all without an atom of flaw Fat brown envelope reps your innocence That or behind the bars I am flora shaw's daughter The giant of Africa At fifty nine I suck arid breasts adorned in soiled nappies, plying the next available route of retrogression. 1- A term used by west Africans to depict one having connections to higher places 2- god of yam and agriculture in igbo pantheon (west Africa) 3- A forest and stronghold of boko haram terrorists in northern Nigeria