Hope

Am I awake or asleep? Is this a vision? Or some day dream? Am I sleepwalking and dreaming And talking all at once? I see a new bred bud Burst forth from around the Niger. Like a multi-dicotyledonous seed. Splitting into several parts And shedding its old self. To give way for its new bud to Reach the sun. And the old cotyledons of Agitations and injustice And Kidnappings and insecurity And economic decay All fell off to the ground Like over bloated leeches; Decomposing into organic nutrient For our new bud to breed.