The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

And the clouds have covered the skyline Like migrant lovers;  Ready to piss on Abuja's fertility.

Abuja, I need you now, more than ever;  Where's your love? I'm left alone amongst twains

Abuja, I need a call to the heart;  Touch me with thy whisper;  Cringe my skin with thy touch

Abuja, thou has forsaken me; Left, lorn, love lost, longing; Amidst infidelity that overcrowds

Oh! How I love you, Abuja;  But there you go, spreading yourself;  Wide open to other men - hustlers

I define my life on the roads of Abuja Where a hole is dug in my pocket; even bigger As fast cars drive through at break-neck speed