Nigeria is bleeding
From the incompetence
Of our leaders
Speak up and they'll come for you
But can't go after or come for terrorist
Farmers can't go to farm
Traveling by road in now deadly
Going to church or school
Is now at your own risk.
Nigeria is bleeding
And our leaders are silent
Amidst the shedding
Of innocent blood
Cry for justice everywhere
But ignorance our leaders practice
They always keep us in the dark
Empowering fear and lack
Just to make the people slack and wack.
Nigeria is bleeding
From inflation and more
Insecurity everywhere
While the leaders are secured
The nation is starving
From peace and unity
Due to tribalism
The nation is dysfunctional
How would its inhabitants function now?
Jonathan gives me corruption
Buhari gives me purification
Jonathan brought BOKO HARAM
Buhari brought Herdsmen
Jonathan's BOKO HARAM attacks in fear
Buhari's Herdsmen attack with care
Jonathan plant Billions
Buhari bury Trillions
Jonathan left for peace
Buhari's reign seasons no cease
I laugh Nigeria
If you cannot mend
your own house,
how will your enemy
build it for you?
You cry terrorism.
You name Boko Haram.
Yet you avert your eyes
from the hands
that arm them.
Who feeds the fire?
Who sells the knife?
Who whispers the route
before the strike?
How can the sponsor
of disorder
be your physician?
Your leaders kneel in corruption,
sleep with devils,
and preach prosperity
to the starving.
They speak of God,
yet bargain with blood.
America arrives
wearing the mask of salvation,
but everywhere he walks
order collapses.
Can a killer of his own people
teach you peace?
He called your continent filth.
Did you think
his heart would defend you?
Nigeria,
do not confuse education
with wisdom.
Do not wait for strangers
to fix wounds
they helped create.
Power never rescues the weak.
It exploits them.
And he who waits for saviors
while refusing truth
is already digging
his grave.
Some wish to fight for Africa
Being an African by birth
Proud of our fathers land
We wish as much to fight our stand
While we are fighting ourselves
Most pray for a rebirth
Some want to be british
While many admire Paris
We have all laboured to build Abuja
But many still heart Lagos
And others are accenting Port harcourt
Yet we all hail one Nigeria
Fighting for Africans
Fight with one hand
The other hand preserve at allegiance
To fighting other Africans that want you hellish
Nigeria will be great
Though we all smell Oduduwa
Biafrans are unrelenting
Very soon Hishbah will crave out something
Continue praying
As we do hope; many scupper
There is still hope in waiting
But how do we convince the rangers?
nigeria
lions zebras and snakes
running free
Today she was born
not just a normal baby
but a giant
A giant that produces;
It produces thirty-six children
It produces great minerals
to nourish her nation
produces sportsmen and women
It produces great ones
known for breaking record
All around
her favourite colour
green and white
which is her symbol
despite her up’s and down
She is still strong
With many generations
representing her
She is still unique
Nigeria at 65
I love my country
Happy Independence Day
Sixty-five candles flicker on a weary cake,
Dreams once vibrant, now shadows they make.
Rivers of promise run dry in the dust,
Hope’s fragile wings clipped by greed and mistrust.
The soil cries out beneath heavy boots,
While silent masses bear forgotten truths.
Voices echo in hollow halls of power,
Progress slowed, a wilting flower.
Yet beneath the scars, the ember still glows,
In hearts that believe, the nation still grows.
But time slips like sand through careless hands,
Nigeria waits—for dawn, not shadows, to stand.
Happy Independence Day Celebration Nigeria!
They can be so much more
if only you let them in
if you show them a world
beyond screens and borrowed dreams.
They are not yahoo boys.
They are survivors of a broken system
running from the weight of waiting
where opportunity hides behind closed doors.
Imagine who they could become
if the field was level
if rules were sacred
and hope wasn’t taxed by corruption.
Nigeria’s potential beats in their hearts
they are the fuel
the spark
the steady hands that could rebuild the nation.
Where am I?
Don't tell me I'm in Nigeria
Did I tell you I want to be born here
Is this wickedness or something.
Where am I?
Why Africa why not the world?
Why subject me to the colonial masters
Why making me a slave to westerners.
Where am I?
Why the world why not Heaven?
Is this mere wickedness or Ignorance?
Why bring me to this hostile world?
Unborn me right now
I prefer peace to war, love over hatred
Acceptance rather than rejection
A world filled with love, peace and harmony.
In Enugu, where coal city dreams rise,
Beneath Nigeria’s sun, under African skies,
Hills whisper tales of Igbo grace,
Ancient spirits dance in this sacred place.
Palm trees sway, red earth hums low,
Nsukka’s wisdom in breezes flow.
Markets pulse with kola nut’s cheer,
Okpa’s warmth draws loved ones near.
From Awhum’s falls, where waters sing,
To Udi’s cliffs, where eagles wing,
Enugu binds the heart with pride,
Nigeria’s soul, where hopes abide.
In Africa’s embrace, her story’s told,
Of Enugu’s light, vibrant and bold,
A land of love, of strength, of song,
Where roots run deep, and dreams belong.
I hear the voice of Nigeria,
The silent whispers drill,
From bustling markets to ancient hills.
Those of the Hausas in the north,
With gentle cadence in stories deeply sown.
Those of the Yorubas in the west,
Vibrant in rhythms and richly manifest.
Those of the Igbos in the east,
Resilient in spirit, never to be ceased.
I hear the voice of Nigeria,
The usual, varied carols blend,
A symphony of tongues that transcend.
The strength in diversity,
A tapestry woven, intricate and free.
An entanglement to commitment,
A nation’s heartbeat, truly heaven sent.
The force of a people, strong and true,
One Nigeria, forever shining through.
In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade
A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made"
A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door
As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor
The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise
A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes
Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom, we can't replace
Does this mean Nigeria's well, of good people, has run dry, and lost its pace?
Should we forever pine, for bygone days of old?
Prefer the past's faded glory, to the present's tale, yet untold?
Fuel and transport costs, a burden, we can't define
Monopoly's grip, so tight, it chokes the poor, and makes them decline
The price of meat, a luxury, few can afford to buy
Yet salaries stagnate, as if frozen, in a bygone sky
Oh, Nigeria, land of promise, when will thy people thrive?
When will the yuletide season, bring joy, and not just a survival to stay alive?
Today, I am sixty-four years young; my spirit sings.
To those who stood for me, I salute and praise,
Your sacrifices and love, forever in my gaze.
To the brave hearts who fought for my independence,
I hail thee; your courage sets me free.
To the fallen heroes and heroines,
Your legacy lives on.
To the present generation, I say:
Treat me better, harness my resources, and make me great.
I have abundant treasures, fortunes to share with love and care.
Let my story be told, my voice be heard;
Manage me better.
Happy birthday.
The moon first came in between the day and night
hanging la, la, la, ......
Vampire's breaches like monster like dragon like Gongola
before?, fula bridge and cambridge and redsea
and a lot more?.
Moo, moo, moo the moon's landlord monsters and
zombies and water ware house wolves whispering and
airing a night hood- moon- ballad.
Once upon a time in Nigeria
Lived a storyteller with a voice like the wind
His parables, like whispers, traveled far and wide
Touching every corner, stirring every mind.
He wrote of a land where the yam was king
Where the ancestors’ drums forever sing.
He told of Okonkwo, fierce and proud
In a village where voices rose clear and loud.
With Things Fall Apart, he tore down the veil
Unveiling truths buried deep in each tale.
He spoke of clashes, of struggle, and pain
Cultures colliding like thunder and rain.
Once upon a time in Nigeria, lived a man
Who awoke a continent, once tightly bound.
Through the pages of history, his voice ascends
A river of stories that flows without end.
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