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Dear Change, Is This The Kind Of Change We Talked About?


Throwback to the days one ‘derica’ of rice was 120/150naira, now it’s 300

Throwback to the days a bag of pure water was 80naira, now it’s 120

Throwback to the days spaghetti was 100, now it’s 200

Throwback to the days the smallest indomie noodles was 25/30naira, now its 60 naira

Throwback to the days a litre of fuel was 65/80 naira, now its 140/145naira

Throwback to the days a kilo of chicken was 650, now it’s 900

Throwback to the days ‘xpression’ attachment was 250/300, now its 600

Throwback to the days one could buy 200naira food and be satisfied; now you just have to cook or spend more


I bet we didn’t envisage this when we were ‘Sai-buhari’-ing 

Change was our watchword but we didn’t say the kind of change we want,

We should have thought aloud,

There are two sides of a thing, good and bad, negative or positive;

There are two kinds of change, negative and positive;

I bet we thought fuel will be 50naira per litre now,

We didn’t ask for this, we thought it,

And now this is what we get,

It’s still change right?

Dear CHANGE, is the kind of change we talked/sang/thought about?



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