Liquidity rises like a restless sea,
₦1.7 trillion flowing through quiet channels.
Yields stand still…anchored, uncertain,
As the Central Bank trims its sails to tame the drift.

The NTB auction glimmers on the horizon,
A compass pointing where rates may roam,
While whispers from the Fed stir distant waves
Reminding us, the tide always turns.
And in the rhythm of markets, nothing stays still for long.