GOODLUCK

GOODLUCK The oracle predicted, not long agoThat an unusual change will comeTo the great house of Akwa OwoWhen a minor will be made a kingWe found it hard to accept as trueDue to the complicated conditionsAnd the unfeasible demands of the gods The struggle for the crown came hardBetween the three big clannish lordsWho felt it was their bequest to ruleFrom the southern seas to the desert northLeaving the vassals to find their holesA hindrance of some sort, thus createdFor the aspiring ethnic minorities The gods demanded the unattainableBring a human hair that grew in the palmAssist a roaring lion deliver in labourAnd bring the horn of a mature unicornWe sort for substitutes of some kind, by cashFor the agents to help, since they knew howBut the gods said no, the job was meant for us When we look back, what we saw was a puzzleFrom the differences between the gods and menThe gods sent us to attempt the impossible tasksThe agents demanded cash as a way out, insteadTo enrich their purses in our helpless situationThe unlikely has become achievable, a minorityOur son, before their eyes, has become the king