This is a poem i was insipired to write just before the opening chapter of my latest book - The Aireginan Dream

AIREGIN

The Land flowing with milk and honey
The people lacking in health and money

A strange land with leaking borders
A hapless people in great disorder

How is it that …
Abundant rain falls and yet the plant withers?
Extensive sun shines and yet the child shivers?

An oddity indeed, but not in Airegin
To come alive again, where do we begin?

Can we all drink the milk and eat the honey?
Can our fields still bloom and our children look lovely?

Yes! But first, we must dare to dream

Because all creation and all invention
Every reformation and regeneration
Began in the mind and the imagination
When someone, somewhere, dared to dream

Hope you don't mind if i continue
nigeria seems to be loosing it's hue

there is no support for the gifted
many souls are not lifted

there is a dire need
for corruption to bleed

but all in all, i'd rather be a nigerian
it is my root, my origin, my clan.