NIGERIA O' NAIJA
(Inspired by 'Africa kills her Sun' by Ken Saro Wiwa)

Puke rises to my tongue when I think of the state of my nation.
Gross bile upturns my stomach with the realization that Nigera is still killing her suns.

The amusing shows grip our fancy.
Dragging the watchers into a world of fantasy.
Fantasies which are hard to shake off like a thirsty leech

The invigorating dance trends lulls the guard of the youths;
Turning them into zombies whose thinking capacity is reduced.

The extravagantly set up pews with empty messages, keeps us focused.
Focused on the acquisition of ignorant feelings of happiness.
Urging laxity while the robber loots the treasury blind.

I weep for my country.

Bullets nestling in the bodies of innocents going on about their business.
Black oil resting the intestines of those whose lands have turned into a curse.
Muddy stains latched on to the gazing shoes of the frustrated graduates.
Pungent brew of anger boiling in the hearts of the forgotten ones whose labours built the polity.

The little flickers of hope are being doused by the waters of failed promises
The weak cord of unity is being snipped by the blades of governmental impunity
The horses carrying the fragile polity are being whipped mercilessly by the whips of hate speech

 The youths have turned inwards.

Fixing their gaze soley on the cross of self.
Content with discarding every selflessness.
For such acts are paid in heaven according to the preaching.

Nigeria o Naija.

Awake from your deep slumber.
Wipe off that trail of lazy saliva that lurks at the side of your mouth.
Rinse your faces in the waters of knowledge.
Put on the garb of boldness.
Polish your shoes of truth to wipe the dust of bribery away.

Let us march on the paths which the selfless ones tred earlier.
Let us cast away the fear of drinking the gall of persecutions.

For they will talk.
Aye, people will always talk.

What else can you expect from a spectator destined to die in that role.
What more can you expect from a dead fish that flows with the current.

Arise my dear compatriots.
The pratice of killing our suns has got to stop.
#Bashorun

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