A lot has happened to you since 62 You're a year older, and still most of your kin hates you They forget how they may not exist without you Yes! You are on the brink of hell, To say your name has been marred with gutter An act from most of your children
You have suffered the injustices of men We hear cries of your children in the North Thousands of hooligans in the South-West There is so much bad blood in the East The Middle Belt doesn't know her role or who to follow
Your name has been berated all over the world Your currency, at the brink of death with the stock market Stolen funds for those who can grasp it Banditry for the suffering Masses Illegal mining, yet no one is talking about it
You have suffered bickerings from people who want to Japa A fluctuating forex makes it no easier They blame you for their atrocious behaviour They sometimes forget how fertile you are.
Nigeria! From East-West and North-South, you have suffered injustices For decades, you have been subject to malicious governance Battling all levels of inflation, subjecting your people to abject poverty Yet the rich get richer, and the poor? More Jejune if you ask.
At 63, I want to fight. For your children and kinship Fight for your soil and regain your strength Battle with these injustices and insecurity Bring down inflation and take back your crown Debunk all forms of evil committed with your name And fight for a better 64.
Nigeria is great, Nigeria will be great Nigeria is our father's land. Happy Independence Day, Nigeria 🇳🇬
Happy independence day to my beautiful country Nigeria 🇳🇬 I strongly believe you're great, and will be great again.
I held tight my belongings afraid of everything and everyone I had this sense of not knowing where I'm from and where I should go
everything passed by so quickly people running and screaming I just sat quietly staring at the tiffany blue coloured floor
I smelled the pollution my nose hurting while breathing this must be what they mean when they say "it's hard living in the big city”
i wrote it in like… less than 10 minutes? but it's based on a poem from 2021 left on my drafts that was so poorly written i talk about the first time i went to a big city all by myself and i was so so scared but everything went fine and i really enjoyed the subway rides
many moons ago, i wished for growth my own wishes have been granted heart filled rivers no longer suspended thought processes have ascended became my recommended became my #1 investment many moons ago, i held you close my dread is now all my own haunted by images, pursuing solo independent rivers follow the erratic flow