1st of October 1960
October 1 is here again
But this time, my darling country Nigeria
Clocked 57, what an era....... !
We celebrate with imaginary loud trumpets
With our minds, we imagine Joy and merry
No heart felt big smiles and hugs amongst Nigerians
But still we jubilate with our leaders whom we hate
They smile at us but continually create that which make us hurt
It's safe to say we have the most poorly living '57 years old humans'
here in Nigeria my country, incidentally she's 57 today, October 1, 2017.
Numerous God given brilliant feasible ideas now in cemetery
Most of our future leaders back bones are broken by our present leaders
Now she's staggering and I could tell she needs a walking stick ,only at 57.
Leaves me to wonder what she would need to walk at 67 ......
The old-fools ( Àgbà-ìyà ) that call themselves leaders of today
Loot immensely, talk deceptively, walk freely and still hope to make heaven
Lo and behold she's getting old but still in crèche in her state of mind
But why feeling old when there are nations over 500 years of age
It's not up to a Century for us as Nigerians yet but we glow in Penury
Yet we are colossally blessed with natural nutrients and man-power
Corruption and Greed could be mistaken for our 'motto' as a nation
Which keeps eating deep into our beings and our unformed embryo,
as we youths watch-on and learn subconsciously the trend of
Greed and Corruption...!!!
barely-Happy Independence Day Nigeria
Are you truly independent ???
1/10/2017
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