In Africa’s heart, where the sun burns bright,
A thousand and half questions take flight.
In the soil where truth was meant to grow,
Lies weave shadows, hiding what we know.

In Nigeria’s streets, where the rivers bend,
We ask where justice and honor descend.
Yet silence speaks louder than the cries,
And we wonder, who measures the skies?

Whispers of promises lost in the night,
Candles burn out, leaving no guiding light.
A thousand and half answers drift away,
As hope and truth walk paths of dismay.

Still, we ask, though answers remain concealed,
In a land where lies are hardly revealed.
Will tomorrow’s dawn clear this endless haze,
Or will truth, too, dissolve in its blaze?