OUR OIL

Every people are talking of oil,
Globally and within the nation,
Blessings, curses making one coil,
Eh! Impotent heads have got an erection.

Country-men knocking head-on,
Like uncircumcised bulls for a territory,
In the home of laws jumping as pop-corn,
But will parliament get a victory?

Even peasants whose food is soil,
Now see a reason to shout;
“Our oil, our oil” they’ve began to boil
Eyeing “our men” with great doubt.

Entertainment news, sorry oil scam,
To the joy of even these who lack oil straws,
Are spilling fast like spam,
Just hope, are not strayed to forget hoes.

Oil has come but not alone,
Her close friends alike in action,
Huh! Their names humble like stone
But joke not with “Tullow” and corruption!

Before kick-off a bubble has burst,
So some think she’s here to spoil;
Look the big cats are sweating fast!
I hope this ends not in turmoil.

STEPHEN OBELI