Just leave them abeg—don’t stress!

If they don’t argue, they won’t rest.

Their body will shake, their head will turn,

They must talk, they must burn!

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You say, “It’s morning.” They say, “Who told you?”

You say, “The sky is blue.” They say, “No, it’s navy blue!”

You say, “The road is bad.” They say, “No, it’s worse at noon!”

You say, “Let’s move on.” They say, “Not so soon!”

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Big Brother Naija? Fire for fire!

“Cee-C is queen!” — “No, Mercy’s higher!”

Nigerian Jollof? Ghanaian Jollof?

“Ours is smoky!” — “Yours tastes rough!”

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Twitter wars? Every week!

“Your country’s poor!”—“Ours is sleek!”

“Your artists flop!”—“Ours chart high!”

Meanwhile, their leaders loot and fly.

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Porn and gossip flood the space,

But good ideas? There’s no trace.

Books don’t sell, but nudes go far,

TikTok twerkers now run the bar!

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Educational TV? Dead on arrival,

Scandals and sex tapes go viral.

Yet light is gone, the roads are dark,

But “Who stole stew from the pot?” is what makes a spark!

They drag bad leaders, they drag celebs,

They trend their names, they make their jests.

“We need to rise!”—“Enough is enough!”

But when it’s time? They hide, they hush.

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No one will march, no one will fight,

No one will dare to claim their right.

Just talk, just gist, just empty rage,

Just keypad warriors on the stage.

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The funniest part? When it’s all done,

Nobody changed—not even one!

Tomorrow again, no shaking, no play,

They’ll find another fight and start the day!

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If only we argued this hard for change,

For schools, for jobs, for better wage,

If we stood like warriors, bold and true,

Maybe, just maybe—this lame giant would move!