What a poor generation! 10 out of 100 is equivalent to nothing but - TopicsExpress

What a poor generation! 10 out of 100 is equivalent to nothing but failure. Teachers cannot build a house without loan, Doctors cannot fly abroad without help. Politicians cannot win elections without lies, Graduates cannot get employments without connections, Farmers cannot till the land without subsidy, Pastors cannot win a soul without lieing, People cannot work and smile without corruption. Students cannot read and pass without regurgitation, But when will our caterpillars begin to fly? When will our land become a rome? When will our life become an example? When will our styles become a model? When will the sufferers become the givers? When will our beggers begin to ride? When will the poor ones begin to see peace? When will the rich ones begin to love? When will the tattered souls enjoy the richness of the land? When will she remove her breast from my mouth? When will my friends stop coming home to roam? When will our parents begin to reap in joy? When will our government become an angel that cares? When will they stop chasing the white elephants? When are we gonna stop buying sunshine? When are we gonna stop queuing for rainfall? These are given free of charge. These are given for the benefit of all.. These are inheritance from God to us.. These are what makes man a man. Why are you making life miserable for us? Why are you making life harder for us? When will readers become the leaders? When will our lessons begin to yield blessings? These are what I dont know. Who will help the poor boy? Who will make him hopeful? Who will tell him his future is bright? Who will let him see sweatness in his toilings? Who will put smiles on his face? My voice is shaking, my eyes are dimming, my hands heavy, my legs are tired. I dont know what I am. The leaders of then are still the leaders of now, The leaders of now are still dreaming to lead again, Are they not expired? Are not ready to retire? Why are they wanting to refire? Oh! I am tired and less-inspired by their admirers. Where are the youths of strength and valour? I mean the gifted minds and hands of Africa, when will my friends occupy the seat of greatness? When will the poor ones see the paradise? When will Hammed Bolahji get his goal scored? When Will Amidu Noah observe the light? When will Fisayo brings me fortune? When will Adeola let the world know? When will Funsho hack the whole world? When will Afeez seize the air? When will Ridwan design the world? When will Tayo find a cure for Ebola? When will Finni receive Grammy? When will Edmund go round the world? When will Akinbile achieve his destiny? When will Timmy preach around the globe? When will the quality minds begin to be appreciated in our land? When will greatness be felt by us? Who knows the time? Probably God knows the best. When will my friends come to visit me in Abuja, when will my mum go to paris for breakfast? When will Akinbiles father step the land of Isreal? When will my image know the benefits of life? When will my kind know the meaning of honey? When will the youngs act the age of their kind? When are we gonna be given the trumpet to sing for the world? These are what I dont know. Oh! I feel dejected, I am defamed, I am embrassed, I am devalued, I am disturbed, I am perplexed. I am deprived of my youthful virility, I am disowned by my own very mother. I am subjected to woes in the land that belongs to me! I am called evil, I am called peasant, I am called stupid, I am called bastered, I am labelled all sorts of names that do not belong to me. But why wont they do? I mean why wont they call red blue for us, why wont they tell us we are gullible, why wont they keep enjoying the riches of the land by themselves... They will and will never stop until we speak in one voice, they will and will never stop until we see in one phase, they will and will never stop until unity assumes our heart, they will and will never stop until we are man enough to fight and die for what truly and heavenly belongs to us. But who will die? Who will bell the cat? Who will caution the roaring lion? Who will hold the threatning storm? Who will hit the nail on their head? Who will hit the ground running? I mean who will fight and die for what is his? Who will leave the world to save the world? Who will leave a life to save his generation? Who will pluck a leaf to save the tree? Who will make a way where none ever sees one? But you and I can do it. We can fix this problem. We can challenge the lucifers that get us into this mess. We can nip it in the bud. Lets rise, Nigeria wake up, Africa stand up, lets fight for our right, lets claim what belongs to us, lets choose between life and death, lets fight with what we know the best, lets use out teeth to tear, lets use our mouth to spits, lets use of word to choose between prosperity and poverty. Its high time the war started.