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Jakande.A lonely taste of sweet,A single sip of cider,A scarce smell of zaythunAnd the solo sight of the Saint On Nigeria's political landscape,Sent down by the OmnipotentAs a sign of what should beand warning to what would beThat is now is. The solace of our cities and citizens,Whose millionic multitudeshe 'jerkanded' into a bright future that is todayWhen the gap that taboos us from Boko Haram roll call is the Jakande's poultry-like classroom block of yoreWhich birthed flying birds vide free grooming. Birds that fly far ahead of the all-time infants now milled with millions of dollarsAt business centresNow also known as schools. In a Country that sells booksTo the highest bidder.Where school fees mostly spring from putrid streamsVisited and swum by all but fewWho can't b...