Tolani and the Talking Naira Note

In the quiet cradle of a childhood day,

Where little hands learn work and play,

A tiny book was born—no more than a few thousand words,

Yet filled with lessons deeper than the songs of birds.

I wrote of Tolani and a Naira note—gentle, wise, and old,

A humble piece of paper with a story to be told.

It whispered truths in tones both tender and bright,

Teaching children how to hold their money right.

Not crushed in fists, not tossed aside,

Not scribbled on or soaked and dried.

But kept with care, with dignity and grace,

For currency, too, has a story, a face.

My words travelled farther than I planned,

Crossing into classrooms across the land.

The Central Bank nodded with approving cheer,

And Ogun State said, “Let JSS1 read this here.”

A small book, yes—yet mighty in intention,

A seed I planted with thoughtful attention.

For nations rise when children learn

To value the things for which others yearn.

And though the world may shift and change,

Though systems grow and rearrange,

My message stands, firm and true,

As long as the Naira remains in view.

A reminder wrapped in poetic prose:

Respect your currency—this everyone knows.

From young to old, from classroom to home,

The Naira’s journey is ours to own.

So my story lives on, steady as a drumbeat,

In every careful wallet, every tidy school seat.

Timeless it remains—its purpose clear and bright,

Guiding little hands to do what’s proper and right.