Shalanga (for Adesola and Lara Amosu)In shalanga they trustThe purveyor of wasteUnwanted but tolerated in ancient homesteadChildren scream displeasure at the nasty smellBut that is where the Amosus are differentSola and Lara love their salanga to deathThe treasure pot that holds their hidden grabFrom the time looting was allowed and celebratedSola worked with Dasuki who worked for GoodluckAnd the luck went around and got aroundBefore ending up in the shalangaThe shit pot that flows with dollarsShit cash don’t smellThe shalanga will hold it and keep itAway from the reach of BuhariShit smell, shit stain can’t stop the dollarAnd the dollar dwarfs the naira and shames every plotThe American note will never change colourShalanga, Sola and Lara are now one in conspiracyThe three held a secret buried from the rest of usThe shalanga of shame, the shame of a pair of loutsThe open secret of a band of thieves who relied on goodluckShould we now not be allowed to put them away in their shalanga? They trusted shalanga to hold their treasureNow the GP water tank has been relegated forever. In shalanga they trust