DUET ' HAPPY INDEPENDENCE TO NIGERIA '
Happy 60th birthday Nigeria,
too bad you’re not getting older.
You're just like a stagnant water,
who knows it destination not.
My great country Naija,
blessed with over 500 languages.
Yet, it seems like
we don’t understand one another.
A land filled with honey...
Still, you made us beg for drops,
or made us steal for it.
Tragic...
Good leaders are what we hoped for,
the opposite is what we get,
sometimes this cruelty feels like a nightmare,
I wanna wake from so fast.
A country for the rich,
where a poor man has no say,
the rich keeps smiling,
the poor keeps crying.
Should we talk about;
The brutal killing of your citizens ,
by the ones who should protect us
we don’t even know who to be scared of anymore,
the criminals or the polices.
I’m writing this to you,
with tears in my eyes,
and grieve in my soul,
guess no better way to wish you.
Happy Independence Day,
to a country that was never independent.
BUSY:
Dear mother...
Oh' mother !
You are rich and wealthy.
Your milky river mixed with crude oil
and your fertile soil produces green pastures.
But, your children are selfish.
Your prodigal sons are in Aso Rock under the stench of cool breeze l,
sleeping and snoring,
cascading down our rivers of hope.
Your eldest sons from Adamawa and Daura have not gone to rest,
your son from Lagos is now a godfather;
On transit to mount the throne,
your men in black still take fifty naira,
and torture the ones that take exemption.
They all suck from your sagging breast
and care less about well-being of the younger ones.
Oh' mother !
You are 60 years old
but still a crawling toddler,
in the hands of your greedy children.
I hope these torments leave you so soon,
when the sun smiles on the younger ones,
I hope you get well soon mother,
from the shackles and manacles of corruption.
Oh' Mother !
I pray for your ambience to be free of siege,
beleaguered upon by Boko-boys,
I pray for latitude to pounce on your roads,
taken over by kidnappers,
I pray for your bandits to embrace peace,
and your women be saved from rapists.
Oh' mother !
You are not yet free,
evil men have taken over your land.
I pray for your real freedom
Mother Nigeria !
SALIU;
LIGHT THE CANDLE OR CURSE THE DARK
Our sun refused to shine !
Stricken by fear of what becomes of time,
so were we lost in a realm of nowhere to run,
and blinded by dark, there was nowhere to turn.
Do we Light the candle?
Knowing home we can no matter how far,
or curse the dark,
What unforgivable mischief you are.
Our paths were saddled in mystery,
the good was past,
just history.
though we struggle to grab our fate,
fear our struggle's a bit too late.
Light the candle,
knowing the morrow's not much to handle
or curse the dark,
light's just the one we lack.
This mission might be just too easy,
at all times, we are just too busy.
Clearing the path off an obstacle that's not.
Clearing the path for a home in our thought,
so light the candle.
Everything possible is everything we can do.
or curse the dark,
and stay too far behind, waiting for light...
SIDIKING:
SHE IS 60 !
She came to life in 1960,
hovering on a future built on diamond,
With an economy that worth its weight in gold,
sixty years down the drain,
poverty is celebrating terrorism in her life.
Green is the tears that drop down from my cheek,
when I sit on the edge of her future;
Today she is at sixty,
still a crawling baby learning to walk,
white is the hope that she needs to be upright.
Republic of suffering and smiling they call her,
capital of poverty her new trademark,
what exactly should we be celebrating?
the entrenched nepotism in our land?
Or the unemployment that is put on a replay?
The cry for revolution is piling on the street,
I dare not join if I don’t want to be killed,
label me a coward if you want,
then I will still tell you that Nigeria needs to make up,
If not, Biafra and other sect will soon break up.
Together at 60 your politicians called it,
together in suffering I termed it,
every time I breathe, I bite the bullet,
don’t bring your smile to my face,
it’s all Greek to me.
LAWAL:
The black shield
with a wavy white pall,
symbolizing the meeting,
of the white and black politicking minds.
The black shield itself,
fertile soil of ancient men,
muscular arms;
Beneath the soil they sleep,
aloft and replaced,
with light and bellyful souls.
Chargers on each side,
horses dignity they represent,
a daughter of marriage age,
got defiled by strange men,
lowliness a mystery yet unravel.
The eagle lost her wings,
her sight glaringly blurry.
Her strength;
Nowhere in sight.
Hands down the soil so rich,
wealthy, blessed with milk and honey.
All right, the miners be held responsible for infringement.
ENNYOLA:
We are deepened,
in an ocean of depression and sea of sorrow,
we are weakened
by fear and anxiety in anticipation of tomorrow.
Our blood is green
but we live in terror and bleed in red.
Our indifference makes it unseen,
the lies and deceits we have been fed.
Our ways are not right,
perhaps we have lost direction,
we live in the darkness of the night,
we live in obscurity and confusion.
We are Nigerians,
we are the significance of green,
we will rise above the status of barbarians,
and make our prowess seen.
We will rise above limitations,
we will conquer them all,
we will exceed expectations,
we refuse to be pushed against the wall.
We will shout it on the mountain,
we will shout it in the field,
we will swim in Hope's fountain,
we never refuse to yield.
The labour of our heroes past shall never be in vain,
no matter how small or vast,
we sall not be sold for grain,
tongue and tribe may differ,
in brotherhood we stand.
Though challenges may hinder,
Green will be the slang...
Nigeria my country !
OLUWATOBI,
BUSY BRAIN,
SALIU YEMI,
SIDIKING,
LAWAL MUBARAK
(EM EM)
and
ENNYOLA.
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