<p>Some mouths need customs,</p><p>Their tongues smuggle secrets,</p><p>And trust expires at the border.</p><p><br/></p><p>You told them in confidence,</p><p>By evening, the whole compound knows,</p><p>Even NEPA has heard the gist.</p><p><br/></p><p>Werey, who made you</p><p>Minister of Other People's Affairs,</p><p>With a permanent seat in the rumour cabinet?</p><p><br/></p><p>Your mouth is a motor park,</p><p>Every secret boards without a ticket,</p><p>Every rumour arrives at its destination.</p><p><br/></p><p>You hear small information,</p><p>You summon a press conference,</p><p>Even AIT cannot compete.</p><p><br/></p><p>Your village people need no enemies,</p><p>Your tongue does enough damage,</p><p>Then you blame spiritual warfare.</p><p><br/></p><p>You carry people's matter like Ghana-Must-Go,</p><p>Yet your own life needs emergency intervention,</p><p>Oga, face your department.</p><p><br/></p><p>In Nigeria, gist travels faster than light,</p><p>Faster than a politician's promise,</p><p>And more reliably than public electricity.</p><p><br/></p><p>You leak somebody's secret on Monday,</p><p>On Tuesday, you preach loyalty,</p><p>On Wednesday, you ask why people changed.</p><p><br/></p><p>Werey, your mouth has no EFCC,</p><p>No audit, no accountability,</p><p>Just daily transactions in betrayal.</p><p><br/></p><p>Some people need a microphone removed,</p><p>Others need their SIM card confiscated,</p><p>And a few need their tongue on probation.</p><p><br/></p><p>Learn discretion before you lose access,</p><p>Because once trust relocates,</p><p>Even apology cannot guarantee its return.</p><p><br/></p><p>KEEP QUIET, WEREY!</p><p><br/></p><p>Every gist isn't your assignment,</p><p>Every secret isn't your constituency,</p><p>And every matter doesn't need your press release.</p><p><br/></p><p>Muhammad Mercurial</p>