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Blessed Be Nigeria, Our Country

Blessed be Nigeria our country
Just yesterday while passing through the highways of Allen avenue
In the similitudes of the calmed road
I wanted to inquire about the right way to my destination
But I saw one who thought less about life in his well dressed clothes turned smiling my way, roaming the empty street in the sun.

Blessed be Nigeria our country
Where we got burnt by the oven of the sun
When we got our colouration from the smoke the sun emits
While Mama Labaja is still roasting her corns becoming the incense the sun gives to the world as a black monkey!

Blessed be Nigeria our country
Just last year bats, antelopes, zebras and lions justified why they swallowed our sliver spoon
And left us with nothing to fend ourselves.

Blessed be Nigeria our country
Last night I heard from the towncriers in a box leaning next to a soft wall spilled with their bent mouths…
The havoc that has been wrecked in our nation.

Blessed be Nigeria our country
Where pregnant men sit over a mahogany desk waiting to be delivered of a bouncing baby cash!

Blessed be Nigeria our country
When we sit somewhere in a dilapidated mud house waiting for the next congregational hymns to our death!

Blessed be Nigeria our country
When power is in the hands of cattle rearers
While we yet stand and crane our already bent necks to receive lectures from a rickety class.

Blessed be Nigeria our country
When at last we were thrown out of school
And our voices are now like whistles to be heard by no one.

Blessed be Nigeria our country
While I’m writing this in quandry
Thinking of the next option to make
Sniper’s tender voice motivating me.

Blessed be Nigeria our country
When from beyond we were picked and severed roughly by whirlwinds from the unknown god!

Blessed be Nigeria our country
When our pianos can no longer give it’s soothing pleasures.
When all we hear is the coarse gravel packing sands
All hail the god of democracy who gave birth to Nigeria in her second trimester!

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I'm Philip, passionate and dodged about writing and self development. I love viewing the raw part of life and penning it down. I love writing stories about events, putting it in the shortest details as possible. I'm an aspiring journalist who sees everything around him intriguing and making stories out of nowhere. In life, I live to dream higher, so that at least if I can't get there, I would still be high. You will surely love my works whenever you read.
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