By Niyi Osundare
Again the song:
An f’oye l’oju
An mi Janduku j’oye
A f’oye l’oju*
I know he is a chronic liar
But I love him all the same
He plies his base untruths
With such infectious aplomb
I know he is a blatant racist
A big and blustering bigot
But I am so pleasurably impressed
By his doctrine of hate
I know he is a hopeless crook
But I just cannot resist
The devilry of his deals
His brave contempt for honour
I know he grabs and gropes the women
And tosses them like things for play
But I will gratefully pledge him
(If asked) my one and only daughter
I know he has an ego
Big and boundless like a raging bull
But his emptiness, so imperial,
Fills my pride to a glorious brim
If/When he plunges the world into war
I will be sure to fight for him
When he brings home the tanks of blood
I will drink a cup or two
* They blinded the world/The day they put a crook on the throne/Oh, they have blinded the world