From Greatness Too Is Meant for You, an unpublished 2014 manuscript by Adetimilehin Inioluwa Victor (Vic’Adex). Lightly edited for grammar while preserving the original voice.

Now we are poorer than church mice
Nothing to eat, not even pungent rice
My roommate is gone, never looked back
The kitchen is empty, nothing on the rack

The wastelands are empty, even today
Now hunger smirks, for we are his prey
Nothing to eat, yet I’ve searched for miles
Nothing at all, not even the biles

The streets are like a graveyard.
None is there, not even the runaway lad
This is bad, very bad, bad
This situation is making me mad

Let us call a congress
How do we survive this economic recess!
Who is the villain that caused this oppression?
Let us find him and give him a correction

Far from it, he’s heavily guarded
In a rock villa! Heavily guarded
What shall we do? We noble wait for death
And be reunited again with dirt?

No! We shall move the colony
With high spirits and soft symphony
We shall move urban-ward
From the abodes of the long gone wards

* * * * * *
Rats! Where did they come from?
They are everywhere,
Here and there, there and here

Under the cushions, inside the drum.
I know this rat, he squats in my room
I used to chase him with knives and a broom.
Oh! asuu strike! Caused them to move

Now they are here to feel the groove

Editor’s note: First drafted in the early Vic’Adex voice and preserved here as part of the Words on Rampage archive.