Strange place, even stranger times,
Every unfit thing, strangely finds its place,
But in kleptopia strangers become bedfellows,
The strangeness all the more welcoming;
Outside the uneven lines, weeping, wailing,
Many complaining, more agonising,
But within the cesspit of gluttonous philandering,
Merriment upon merriment, endless mirthing;
So they negotiate a rollback,
Of the misaligned circumference of the perimeter,
Try to redraw this untidy arrangement,
Only still at it, many lifetimes after.
Many Nigerians blame the United Kingdom for their woes. Unequally yoking them with tribes and ethnic groups that have little or nothing in common with their own race. For some it's reaping where they have never sown and for others it's sowing endlessly with no hope of a rewarding harvest.
Many call for restructuring, some had tried seceding, only to be held by foreign pegs that want the continued geographical expression remain in a condition of forced alignment. SAD.
