My dear dear Nigeria
Oh, how much I love you
My heart you stole with your beautiful greenery
My mind you captured with your limitless potentials
Oh, how I want to stay and love you with both my words and deeds
To help you grow as I grow
To help you flourish as much as I can
To reintroduce you to the world of countries as
the greatest and most beautiful of all
But the greed in the heart of people,
The heart of people I trusted to deliver you safe in my hands while I mature
to be able to fulfil my promises and wishes for you in full capacity, holds you captive.
They steal from you
They cut down the endless possibilities we can achieve together with their selfish heart and lying tongues.
They strip you of your beauty in every sense to fund their luxurious lifestyle and feed their pot bellies
While we pay them with our hard-earned gold and diamonds just for them to sleep in the green and red chambers of assembly instead of advocating for a change.
I weep for you my fair one, my heart screams out for you.
We suffer in silence; we are tough people right we say
We adapt while still anticipating for a new dawn for you
Meanwhile, Our silence breeds fear, corruption, insecurity, hunger and poverty
Soon, we start to murmur our complaints
I can’t hear you; we can’t hear you they tell us from their high seats and gated homes
We go to the seats within our reach, the local chairs
Unfortunately, they are almost as powerless as we are
Their help like a drop in an endless ocean.
You will think our problems end there
But you see, the people sworn to protect us
Our friends, they say, also turn against us.
Killing countless innocent people as though every day, an Ileya celebration
We can’t even tell if they are the product of our silence, the failed system or they are simply evil
Or maybe they are the product of it all
Our pain and suffering threshold exceeded
We shout out, we march out and pray like never before
To be heard by all means possible
If they don’t hear us, at least God would.
Even at the top of our voice, and worn out soles and dried out tears
They are still deaf to our cries
Blind to our needs
We say no NEPA, they say take PHCN and still no light
We say ENDSARS, they say take SWAT and still police brutality is the order of the day
Like the widow who persisted in the court of the judge
For 12 days we continued under the rain and scorching sun
With passion for a change like never before
We were no longer the youths behind their phones
We were working for and walking to the change we desired
Our persistence like needles, started to prick
Then they started to shift in their overly comfortable chairs
They started to react
They told us they were listening,
They have heard our cries and pleas
But yet nothing changed!
We fell for it for 4 years over and kept quiet
But this time around, we were not having it
We wanted better, because we deserved better
They realized we knew better and talking wasn’t going to keep us silent
And instead of starting with our 5 of 5
They resulted to violence
Using our very own people against us
People who don't know better
A product of their incompetence and our continual silence
Plagued with ignorance and illiteracy from the failed system
These persons they bought with a mere thousand naira
To wreak havoc in our peaceful protest
Shots fired, screams of anguish permeating the air
Fear, flight, disappointment, anger and pain
Lives lost, lies told, promises made
History made
Battered but not broken
Disrupted but still united
Surely, one day we will break through!
20-10-20
We will not forget
Ifedolapo
✊🏾
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ReplyDeleteWelldone Dolapo, that day was a bloody day
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