2013 Poem by Simon Ojewale

Finally we've made it here
As we march into a new year
Without a single scratch or tear

A toast to good things coming our way
A roast to things that search to ruin our day
A boast to those that doubt what I say

Bros, why you dey frown
Why your head face down
Shey you no know wetin dey town?

Last year, plenty people no fit finish this race
No be say God just like our face
But bcos say we get plenty grace

For countless deaths I've seen
Treacherous places I've been
Yet I made it to two thousand and thirteen!

So bring up that pretty smile
Raise it up farther than a mile
And let it last for a while

For a new era is born
The veil clouding our joy is finally torn

The year is young, we'll lilt as we enjoy
And march through it in boundless joy!