THE AVERAGE NIGERIAN

Wakes up to a Monday blue

                                              Knowing by five he must be through                      

Because he knows just one thing is true

Clock in after eight and your stay is due

Works tirelessly for fear of sack

For finance is something not to lack

Leaves the office by eight and heads to park

And gets home only when it's dark

Wakes again but happy for the day

For the day he knows is a Friday

Sings a song and dance to the play

Gosh!! It feels like a birthday

Work is closed and off he goes

One bottle down and so his woes

Steps on the dance floor and dance to the flows

So many around and they dance in twos

Leaves by two and maybe in two

Lives alone so no one to explain to

Up on the bed to rest or to..

Whatever, it's between the two

Unlike work, church can wait

Better still, he can be late

Carnal desires first to sate

And God can be placed on another date

The man of God anyway doesn’t care

His soul may perish but his money so dear

The end is near and death to fear

His cross alone to bear.