MY NIGERIA; FIFTY 'n' SIX

I may be young, barely seen the 22^nd 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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