Flashes

We have a land a Land in the west her men are highly patriotic but dust and coal are the colours of her wall. She harbours three children one is a symbol of development the other, symbol of cattle another, a party monger... no nexus, no rising of the sun. The land speaks of rivers Yet, no water is found there they make fire and light but light is far from her a harlot seeking for a husband, she is. She is an illusion of the future the nectar of her eyes is agony her inhabitant are the problems of her Problems parrotting downtown of religion she is holy yet sinful and timid. This is the flashes of my land a Land flowing of milk and honey this is a Nigeria tale of tomorrow with flashes of terrified eyes of a generation of strange youths. ©John Chizoba Vincent Cam'god.