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Recession! Starvation! What of corruption? Hang on a second! What about the innocent killings and now the Academic strike? WHY ALL THESE? leaders blinded by their selfish want
How can I describe my stay?I thought am here to stay,I thought I got no house rent to pay,Despite been in the wilderness,I feel on top of the world sometimes. How can I describe my stay in the wilderness?Even when mast Gen goes off,And no network
They had a Life full of Fun, neighbours and Family; Disaster struck and tore it all apart leaving them Funny; where use to be home is now pile of sand, stones and nothing...
I remember my old flesh would clash, Saying 'my son take your studies in the making', Dash not your work for a future awaits else I lash, maintain a good behavior so not to be detain,
Ready! Aim! Fire! Nigeria is ready! Nigeria can Aim! But is Nigeria ready to FIRE?
Our leader nested in a cage. Error evoked from their brain, thinking its time for a new page. A new page of dominance, as to confiscate the minds of my peoples past. Nevertheless, we will never be the last.
The impossible has happened and now I am impossibly numb. The bitter sting of an empty core, I wanted more. More warmth more sun, more love, hope. And I want more still.
I am a Wordsmith. I live in an era of camouflage won by men who are dangerously armed, but who need hugs Teachers who are paid less for what it costs them to be heard,
– Where is the Justice? My feet matches on oil, But lives in a world full of self-doubts and loss, Yet in the faces of challenges, I strive to live on, because in victory tells the story.
This was born of saturation - a heavinessThat has saddled the heart of heavenThe weight from months of toilOf fury, erstwhile unimaginedNow yielding, by instalmentA tear here, two drops thereWhat was that?
The Checkpoint.. There is a point Where impunity is cheap, Just that point where asylum is not in check, Our uniformed gods are now in chess, Ready to launch at you as pawn.
In the light of the day they came Taking our girls into captivity Giving them a new name Damsels in distress No ransoms asked No reasons given Leaving us hollow With no choice but to follow
Whenever the scent of chili pepper enters my nostrils, my mouth waters like a pavlovian dog. I know I will chew silently, joyfully, and voraciously on soft grained rice smothered with dripping
When my father prays, He kneels to the floors, Bows his head to the cross, Clasps his hands together And presses the knuckles of his hands To his cracked lips. What is he praying for?
the motherland is crying we are longing for salvation we are yearning for the peace of God our security is broken the serenity is nowhere to be found what have we succumbed to?
Little flowers of Nigeria picked ad plucked from their patch a helpless bouquet of reflective eyes, eyes half empty with tears flowers desperate to reroot but the longer we wait
From dawn to dusk Unable to seize Unable to capture Unable to freeze. The 8:30am heat. It has awaken to burn Your sole. Pigment.
Your hatred is unreasonable, unfathomable, and irrational. So why continue to say that name in place of my own? You are the NIGGER The low-down and the dirty. The hatred.
Two fists raised tow
I come from a beautiful land that has a rich culture, delicious food, and extreme heat! I was born and raised in Nigeria and this will forever be my world.
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase: no one should have to die with pain and suffering the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
I am from outside, From playgrounds, trees and bikes From kids playing in laughter And smiles on faces so bright I am from couches, From computers, chairs and stairs