Yo folks, it’s that time when I chime out in rhyme.
To chronicle the thyme and the chaos sublime,
Abound in our nation of organised crime.
As I witness Nigeria go back in her climb,
My pen and my paper will mimic my mime.

The line of this fine rhyme has to do with the grime,
Of our political parties; their lemons and lime.
With two years before our election’s in prime,
The spinning and plotting have started their slime.
I’ll speak of the parties in volume this time.
In a two week edition of ‘Party Palava’ Prime.
This week the laundry hung on this clothing line,
Will be that of Africa’s biggest party of time.
Next week, the opposition will be given their dime!

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This screed starts with PDP; the party of greed.
Where members behave just like zombies who feed.
For 14 bad years, they force feed us their creed.
By mislead and misdeed, they misread us indeed.
At every election, they exceed what’s agreed,
And proceed to stampede on the rights of the freed.
Those decreed with the deed to lead our breed,
Succeed only in their own self-serving need.
Our plights supersede a Balm of Gilead.
We’re treated like vermin and rattlesnake weed.
Nigerians recede, live a life where we bleed;
An existence where heartache with speed’s guaranteed.
In this race to accede on that Aso Rock Stead,
Already we read that some might just secede.

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Now in my small position, I’ll give a rendition,
Of the war of attrition in the PDP mission.
The competition for admission in the 2015 edition,
Was the ignition for the demolition of their old coalition.
You see, for Johnny’s acquisition, he needs ammunition,
So in the party’s transition, he brought an old politician.
The imposition of Bamanga Tukur amidst no real audition,
Created suspicion and opposition partition.
The composition of the governors in their juxtaposition,
Saw ‘this near-sedition’ as their own decommission.
For it’s just not tradition, in the governor’s supposition,
For their views to be in omission in the power transmission.
Since ‘that’ imposition and Johnny’s decision,
The party’s disposition looks more like nuclear fission!

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Now it’s just so insane that this causes such strain.
I’ll try to explain this, ‘their hunger to reign’.
You see, for one to maintain ‘that’ power domain,
Their campaign must be lain at the start of the chain.
It’s plain that our Johnny was using his brain,
To retain his best ‘hommie’ as the parties One Main.
His reasons were plain, his facts were germane.
In his party’s terrain, he could feel the disdain.
The bane of resistance, the rain of complain,
Are from those who want to attain his leadership crane.
It’s the governors, who drain their second term grain,
That are out to detain John’s jugular vein.
For, after their gain in the full governor’s lane,
Their wish (to be plain) is ‘that’ presidential train!

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Now, in my opine, that’s the bottom line!
A fight for ‘that’ shrine that powers define.
At least quarter the governors; around about nine,
Have align to fight Johnny in a design most devine.
To consign his decline, they must as one combine,
To entwine every swine Johnny forced down their spine.
The sign for this drama is clearly in shine;
‘Infighting Treatens the Giant’; “Oh Golly, Oh mine!”
Every reason benign, every rant, every whine,
Will be used by both sides to supine and malign.
But the one potent vine they will use in refine,
Will be about tribe; The North will be asked to realign.
‘It’s the turn of the North to recline and to dine’.
That’s the tagline that, I’m telling you, we must now decline!

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If I’m right in my guess and that’s what will transgress.
Those who possess their full senses must remain convalesce.
For how can people who suppress our success,
Address us like Yoyos just for their own progress?
In the 2011 mess, our Johnny they’d bless.
At the time of that press, they had second terms to caress.
Now they want to address the North’s dispossess,
When the repress of the region comes from their own excess.
Unless they transgress their own selfish obsess,
The dress of the North never can impress.
I must confess, nevertheless, this is my assess.
I don’t want to digress from our political chess.
I’m just trying to express my countries depress;
Through the voice I possess, through my freedom of press!

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The update does not abate at the governor’s gate.
To reinstate their weight, they went to Tukur’s state.
In a move to deflate the Chairman’s dictate,
The Adamawa Exco slate was dissolved outright, straight!
With members of the great NWC joint plotting his fate,
At this rate, Johnny aint no ‘Alexander the Great!’
He’s looking more like a tired junior lightweight!
In attempt to communicate with all those who’ve shown hate,
Johnny did conjugate a meeting to reinstate his estate.
But the negate from the irate does seem to somehow translate,
Into a restate where they want a new Head of State.
Only time can equate which side will win the debate.
Whether Johnny’s ambition will at the end procreate,
Or if the governors who berate can desecrate on his freight!

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The drama is on another degree in this party grand prix.
Now, who will be the draftee for the Board of Trustee?
First they called Anenih, Mr Fix-It or Gutsy,
As the ‘Gee’ with the decree to head their family tree.
Obasanjo did not agree and with the jerk of his knee,
Named his fellow retiree, Ahmadu Ali.
“That just will not be!” said the PDP bourgeoisie.
They did foresee Baba’s choice as the worst nominee.
Baba must feel like a Pea smack in the Aegean Sea,
Coz he created this debris with his skeleton key.
In this battle of spree between Obasanjo and Johnny,
Who will win to guarantee their draftee as top honouree?
If you ask me, Ekwueme is the best by a million degree.
But I’ve no say-so in this Potpourri…, “Hey, I’m just the Emcee!”
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Now I’ll wind down this first part of two,
But we can see the bamboo breaking through.
Oyinlola went askew, when they told him adieu,
As the internal kung-fu rages on fresh as new.
As the governors renew their coup,
To subdue and outdo Johnny’s view.
They must not misconstrue, only ‘One’ can debut,
The ‘Cordon Bleu’ that they ALL pursue!
Nigerians generally construe, that PDPs time is long overdue.
Only time will review whether they will pull through,
To undo all the party’s unfavourable hue.
This ‘Party Palava’ in lieu, is a drama that’s starting to brew.
Gonna take off my shoe, find some popcorn to chew,
“Gonna watch me some drama; Thankyou!”
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As I close down this volume of my first critique,
My daughter is telling me that I have a cheek!
I don’t mean to be rude in the words that I speak,
I’m just stating the obvious in a different technique.
When I speak out on politics, my passion’s not meek.
‘With our future so bleak’, I bespeak and I shriek.
A sneak peak at Nigeria gives one such mystique.
It’s a nation, on paper, that’s blessed and unique;
A nation where leaders have led us oblique.
But we have a chance to seek out our peak,
And tweak the main leak where our havoc is wreak.
It starts with what we allow government to seek!
I’ll examine the physique of the oppositions’ batik,
In ‘Party Palava, Volume II’, which I will write for next week
Let’s make it a date so you can take a sneak!

Written By Hannatu Musawa
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