MONEY

MONEY

Moni slow to enta

Sometimes like the camel going through the needle

Moni kwik to go

Like NEPA and the light

My county’s politicians and their promises

Still, we all want it.

Money!

– Reword

my love language is currency

/when money enter love is sweeter – a Nigerian artiste/

aroade

paper crisp and hard

that is what I chase

if I don’t chase it

I may not have happiness

even if I had a little bit of joy

there’s none compared to buying it

if I don’t have currency

whatever romance is useless

at the end of the day

isn’t that what we all work hard for

my baby wants diamonds

she must get it

my heart wants luxury

i must earn it.

/Kudi. Égö . Òwò/

money trades.

money saddens.

money gladdens.

money rules.

money. power.

T A M I L O R E

O’ CURRENCY

When robbed off palms

And rubbed into plans

Notes bring

The notable bling of currencies

Into current situations;

They say

‘The root of all evil

Is now the shoot that sprouts one

Into the gates

Of earthly haven;

So

Dear man,

Woman,

Gender –

My dear,

Get money

And in all thy getting

Get a plan that works with it

/XIII/