N4million nap by Anajama Chimezie and Ekemini Joseph

Retirement, not in their register.
Rest, another sad word to them.

Look at them!!
Dozing off.
In the duty of healing our nation.
Oh. Take a peek.
Grey hairs has filled the seats.
Meant for young hairs.
Look at them.
In the talking house,
They recycle themselves.
With different names.
Many of them are formers.
Not many new names.
Not many new voices.
Just a handful new exists.

Ah. Grandpa. Are you asleep.
I remember. Nature is around.
Do you think nature is a cheat.
Do you think you can force it to go.
Where will it go?
Home? Street?
Even nature is scared.
It is.
Stop feigning like you don't.
Nature is scared of our youths.

Ah. I have forgotten. The youths are supposed to shut up.
Thugs, port-folio carriers, with warped psyches.
Many are supposed to be dead.
Like on immigration day.
Like vultures hovering in the north.
Grandpa. You've perfectly silenced us.
We're supposed to be you.
Sitting down like you.
In the talking house.
Healing our country.

You see, nature is scared of leaving.
His only solace is in you.
Resting in your eyes.
And your weak bones can't fight back.
The bones are tired.
They lack vigour of Mr. Bones.
They can't be Mr. Bones.
You know why?
The bones of Mr. Bones loved the
bones of his people.
His bones loved the young ones.
Unlike you, grandpa.

Ah. Grandma.
Am happy to see you there.
This is your second time there.
Repping market women.
But, grandma, i came around the
other day.
You're at home.
No stall, no shop.
Tell me.
Do arthritis still allow you.
Maybe it does.
As i can see, you're having a nice time there.
Drifting from one world to another.
Kai. I love cameramen.
I do.
Their job is fulfilling in the confab.
They're peppering your nap.
I watched you today.
Struggling to stay awake in one world.
Our world. In the the talking house.
But you could've saved yourself.
That young fish seller, would've saved you.
Only if you had given her a chance.
To be there, on your behalf.

They're on a journey of our course, so they pronounce
Meanwhile they're to the youths a
curse
Though they fail to renounce.
What's the #confab about sef?
For the youth, abi?
Or is it to promote their elfing selves?
Payooning their wives with ashebi.
Take a nap, grandpa do
At the risk of the youth,
sojourn into nature's cue,
that's what you call growth.
Take a 40Billion nap, grandpa
for God is watching.