I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.
So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.
I produce rice, but don't eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.
I am 50, please celebrate me,


I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads, so I crush my best brains in the caverns, craters and crevasses they crash into daily.
I am in unending mourning, please celebrate me.


My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.
I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.
All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.
I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future, please celebrate me.


Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.
All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.
I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world; and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless, please celebrate me.


For democracy's sake I stood all day on Election Day.
But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.
When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.
My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.
I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.
I have no verve, no vote, no voice, please celebrate me.


My youth have no past, present nor future.
So my sons in the North have become street urchins; and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.
My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.
My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt; while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .
I am grief-stricken, please celebrate me.


Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.
They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes They have looted the future of generations unborn; and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes, but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness, please celebrate me.


I can produce anything, but import everything,
So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa; my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland; my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy; my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia; my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.
My taste is far-flung and foreign, please celebrate me.
*** To think that Malaysia came to NIFOR in Edo State in the 70's to acquire the Palm Oil Technology?
INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!

My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down; flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged; my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers; my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.
My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence, please celebrate me.


I have genuine leather but choose to eat it,
So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.
I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel, so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country, but send troops to keep peace in another man's land.
I have hundreds of dams, but no water.
So I drink 'pure' water that roils my innards.
I need a vision, please celebrate me.


I have a million candidates craving to enter universities, but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.
I have no power, but choose to flare gas, so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of naked flares.
I am shrouded by darkness, please celebrate me.


For my golden jubilee,
I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.
So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance; drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy's empty cellars?
I am profligacy personified, please celebrate me.


Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?
Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?
Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?
Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?
And is failure worth celebrating?
I AM NIGERIA, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME
GOOD PEOPLE, GREAT COUNTRY, GREATLY MISGOVERNED


GOD BLESS NIGERIA

I love ur post is very interesting.

But i want to ask you, what have you done to your environment not to talk of the local government of state you reside

why can't it let the good thing start in your home then you move it to the society

well fella as already spoken well read this: 1 Everybody run run run {Everybody runs away}
2 Everybody scatter scatter {Everybody scatters}
3 Some people lost some bread {Some people (have) lost some money}
4 Some one nearly die {someone has nearly died}
5 Some one just die {someone has just died}
6 Police dey come, Army dey come {the police is coming, the army is coming}
7 Confusion everywhere {there is confusion everywhere}
8 Several minutes later {Several minutes later}
9 All den cool down brother {everything has calmed down, brother}
10 Police don go away {the police has gone then}
11 Army don disappear {The army has disappeared then}
12 Dem leave Sorrow, Tears, and Blood {They leave Sorrow,Tears, and Blood}
13 Dem regular trade mark {Their regular trade mark}
14 My people self dey fear too much {My people also has too much fear}
15 Dem dey fear for the thing we no see {We fear the things we can not see}
16 Dem they fear for the air around us {We fear the air around us}
17 We fear to fight for freedom {We fear to fight for freedom}
18 We fear to fight for liberty {We fear to fight for liberty}
19 We fear to fight for justice {We fear to fight for justice}
20 We fear to fight for happiness {We fear to fight for happiness}
21 We always get reason to fear {We always find a reason to fear}
22 We no want die {We don`t want to die}
23 We no want quench we {don`t want to be extinguished}
24 My mama dey for house {my mother is at home}
25 My pikin dey for house {my children are at home}
26 I get one wife {I have a wife}
27 I get one car {I have a car}
28 I get one house {I have a house}
29 I just marry {I just got married}
30 So policeman go slap your face {So the policeman will slap your face and}
31 You no go talk {you will not say anything}
32 Army man go whip your yansh {the soldier will whip your back and}
33 You go dey look like donkey {you will look like a donkey}
34 Rhodesia dey do dem own {Rhodesia does not care}
35 Our leaders dey yab for nothing {Our leaders' words are useless}
36 South Africa dey do dem own {South Africa, they do their own thing}
37 Dem leave Sorrow, Tears, and Blood {They leave Sorrow,Tears and Blood}
38 Dem regular trade mark (Chorus), {Their regular trademark}
39 Dem regular trade mark {Their regular trademark}
40 Dem regular trade mark (Chorus) {Their regular trade mark}
41 That is why-y-y {That is why everybody runs away}
42 Everybody run run run,