YOUR EXCELLENCY: PRESIDENT BOMBOY GCFR (ARTICLE)

**** YOUR EXCELLENCY- PRESIDENT BOMBOY.......GCFR. ***

Bomboy my son, while i slept last night, i dreamed and saw your name inscribed on the clouds, and a voice boomed out of the heavens and echoed what was written on the floating icy waters "President Bomboy"!

Now, that i know the peak of your destiny, here is my fatherly advice.

"When you are shoved by a million thumbs to sit upon the Throne on the Rock at Aso, you must not forget your heart at home.

Let your eyes be filled and flow with tears that sooth the injured and burn the bullies.

With your nose, you must be able to smell a statue of shit overlaid with gold.

Your mouth must speak and spit words that germinates from a sturdy heart. Words that cause the heart of the greedy to palpitate with seismic tremors and bypass the blood of hope to those that hope in you.

You must wear a neckband with piercing eyes to break the venom-filled fangs of the gnarling grins of congenital sycophants.

Let your neck be content with the sole occupation of carrying your burden ladened head, high above the reach of the obessed and overfed neck-straining nestling lobbyists.

President Bomboy my son, let your chest be a breast of stone to the hurled eggs of disgruntled gluttons who have their pants filled with poo from the overdose of the national cake.

Permit your stomach to digest the pains of your brethren and nourish your muscles with the benevolent milk of action.

Train your fingers to pull the trigger of justice and bore holes into the skulls of the bloodthirsty iniquitous hyenas that callously prowl the nook and crannies of your peaceful State.

Not every neigbouring sashaying pink fanny deserves the choice seed of your loins. Sow your oaths with discretion. Dont sleep with the enemy, neither should you let her bastard offsprings mingle with and corrupt your legitimate children.

Your knees must bow to your Maker in your closet not necessarily crawl all over the boxed screen in peoples' houses.

For your feet(shoe or shoeless) to walk the path of honour, it must learn to kick butts.

Dont step on toes, it is cowardly, STEP ON FACES instead. If any yeye toe barricades the fruitful journey of your republic, I say, CRUSH the face that owns the toes.

You are the General of all Generals, let them know this at all times. Dont expect peace and sleep all the time. When you see the sure incandescent glow of war, move in quickly to extinguish it with the fiery fires of assault.

Dear son, dying as a GCFR is a noble feat but peradventure your heart is overwhelmed with embarassing cluelessness, please wave the flag of honour and pass the golden baton.

This is my fatherly advice garnered from decades of living in my country. Apply it wisely, my great son "YOUR EXCELLENCY- President Bomboy.

Written by- KUNLE OMOPE.

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