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.
Quotes Money waits beneath the surface,like a tide before the shore.₦2.48 trillion finds its way back,opening another door. The bills are placed, the yields are