The Journey So Far (As it concerns Nigeria) Here I come again wise one To sit at your feet And hear those tales about my country, My ears always itch to hear. Tell me how those Oyibos sailed their way in And how they convinced some to worship their God. I want to hear again that awful story Of how our fore-fathers Exchanged their children for mere mirror. How can I forget about the slave trade era Those heavy chains around their necks Hands and feet. And those fearful-lookingmonster padlocks. Remind me of that mistress Who named my country after the River Niger Tell me about the wars you fought, The strategies you took And how they fled in many ways before the independent. Will you still tell me about the military regime Of how one coup led to another? How brave innocent ones were given life sentences, Murdered in cold blood while others went on exile. Wise one, I know youre getting old and weak But allow me to tell you about the things you seeth not. And enlighten you Of the events you heareth not. The land that used to be globally known For its Agricultural products Is now thirsty of blood Just because some heartless ones now choose To irrigate with innocent blood. The oil producing areas have turned kidnappers dens. Premium motor spirit is so unstable Like our power sector And increasing in geometric progression. Our naira is losing value Unemployment gaining stand daily. Strike in the calendar of Schools And starvation strolling in the land. Our roads are not safe for long journeys And that is the journey so far. Wise one, talk to me What can we do? (c) Okeme Jerome
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 16:40:09 +0000
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