BEFORE YOU, mother Asaya,
In Khaki I stand;
Before your bushy presence,
Feeding on yam and bean,
Lost in your Parade
Under your scorching sun I wait
In my jungle boots,
Soldiers for the march
At commands of scod 1 and 2
out of his lungs commandant cries;
Remove head dress and salute.
Mummy’s angels at the beginning.
SAED, CDS and book of life, ringing in my head
Foreshadow the long awaited service that is dreamed of
Oga Biggler and his melodies, singing “alaweeee”
foreshadows the money that is dreamed of
First, 1 thousand 5 humid, second, 1 thousand
And almighty 19,8
A story, to tell
Talking of dreams? I saw him, who?
The Camp Commandant, where?
In my dreams as he promised
Rain and sun for a single combat;
On one leg standing screaming attention by number!
Scold 1! 1!!
In silence on the parade
The young bird at the passage.
SILENT FACES at the pavilion
Festivity with medical cards
Faces of OBS “them” chilling with a particular sonorous voice
Echoing, “all currh members should move to the parade ground”
We like column of ants marching, Oga Dahiru and his never ending
“This squad! Whu retires aaabout turn”
Or Behind my hostel, the shot puts like it were olympics
into the fresh garden, what a green land!
Parade commander yelling, Abdullai! Simon!, Garuba!
Or heyit! And calls Arowolo Issa lie!
Talk about Mami, oh Maammi!
Where all meet, GTB charge your fone, Minaj is here!
Festivity at bubbling spot, down down Mami,
Oh WAZOBIA at the knob of the Maami
Hear us at down south where we chill with Pammi
Where the players of snooker like to meet
While we hear suddenly “wheeeew!”
Ohh! The Bugler again!
If you’re walking you’re wrong,
Goddamnit! I curse under my breath
Have not even had a first base of my indomie
relax old soldier, dark skin and funny accent makes me
Strains of rushed noodles settles on my white, because of soldier woman
Bowl of the tuwo stuck in that pot with some sluggy soup
For we are eating and shot putting, no wahala!
Among the whistle blowers at 2am deadline day
Taking our revenge on the camp commandant
Turns out to be a disaster, Asaya!
Punishes me with serving in a school 5 hours from camp
For I will be back and mention this
Mention the snakes that terrorized garden Asaya
Mention how Adoza ‘white lion’ Bello was too busy
Mention the rocks that protects Kogi
Mention that Nigeria is lazy because she wakes by 6.