I may be young, barely
seen the 22nd year of Nigeria’s 56 years,
I may be young, knowing
next to nothing about my Nigerian heritage
But I know enough;
Enough to see my
country hemorrhaging,
Enough to see that the
blood clots have become emboli,
Prospectively blocking
futuristic blood flow
Daily, she travails in
pain,
A painful birth ongoing
for fifty ‘n’ six years;
Is her labour
obstructed?
Are we offshoots of
fetal macrosomia?
Why have we come to the
point of birth and stagnated?
The question, on our
lips, is WHY?
We have asked why
enough,
But when will we become
creatively destructive?
The old ways destroyed,
the new creatively formed?
When will we become
accountable individuals and consequently, an accountable nation?
The question shouldn’t be
why,
The question, my people,
is WHEN?
WHEN will our salt be
forcible enough to create a new environment?
WHEN will we become
world class individuals and consequently, a world class nation?
He said, ‘If there’s a
New York, there must be an Old one’
We need a new Nigeria;
one that works!
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