Like a glass of blessings,
The Almighty in all consciousness
Blessed our Land with greatness.
We have great people with great and tremendous ideas.
We have people with vision and innovation.
We have transformers and reformers.
We have ideologists and workaholics.
We have gems in academia who rock on graciously.

Having blessed us with all this precious jewels
The Almighty withheld one last thing from our reach as a people – LUCK

Though we are on the bank of the World River,

It takes LUCK to source water from it.

Though by census we count meagre, it takes LUCK for the white milk from the white cow to get to us.

Though we are assumed to be the fulcrum/pivot of the National Wheelbarrow, it takes LUCK for us to be greased or even oiled.

Oh Mr LUCK! Where are you? Where are you hiding? Why can’t we those from Alphabeta locate your humble abode?