My Nation My Country 3.

I keep hearing its noise at every turn on my bed
They always seem to be on the move
It was just like yesterday when all seem well with less noise for a peaceful sleep
Those highflying days when I looked at the future with a smile and certainty that one day I will be at the very top of the ladder,cashing in at any Stop on the ATM machine
Buh back to today and helplessly do I lay on my bed,tossing around while trying to find a direction where there is less noise to put my head at
A young man of 26 with a BSC,MSC and PHD in a combined field of Anatomy,physiotherapy and medicine
One would be like the star is his limit and he shouldn't be short of options to choose from
so I thought also,that where in the medical field wouldn't I fit into
3 years down the drain and I just quitted my peanut sakaey job with a quack hospital simply because I don't know anyhow
In my country Nigeria it's called connection
I find my condition pitiable at times buh a look around and wah I see often shakens me more, leading me to thank him for the little I have
The country seem sick and full of maladies
On my search for a better pay and a nice job
Have I seen children sacrifice parent
Mother sell away their infant born
Father's trying hard at every given chance
This little effort give me a bit of hope that no matter how meagre I save up or gain in my movement around
That am still better off than those who commit such atrocity to earn a living and someone to look up to like the father who toil around to make ends meet
Election seem to be on the corner or so I think
Do forgive my guess buh since my knock and start radio refuse to work agaib
I have resort to using the noise around to tell the event's going on around me
I see their nice posters and m tempted to touch it to cover my already worn out clothes
I see their manifestoes around nd m awed by it
It seem like they often do rehearsal before coming to talk to us
Day in day out I keep hearing
Buh seeing nothing
The nation seem to have let me down,I m beginning to feel the hate in my body
Nowadays when I hear gossip's about the recent events in town
I just sit up and smile cause deep down I know it's never gonna stop
Jeez m sounding like a pessimist here buh its the hard truth
Insurgency in the north
Erosion in the south
Increased crime rate in the west
Kidnap-kingpins in the East
Just who do they think they are fooling with their view of resolving all this in a year time
To me it's all a dream
For they have failed my country nd most importantly me
How I wish am never born here buh over there
I may seem pitiable for using the various soap-opera I watch on the street corner to judge over there
Buh am nor to be blamed,for my situation maketh it so.

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