I was in school (night prep) We were reading Nigeria was then on fire You dare not sneeze in public I daily felt that snipers were everywhere Ready to shoot anyone who shrugged at the government Suddenly we heard a scream From just outside our class “Abacha is dead,” the person yelled Our reading paused Someone on the front row jumped up She leapt onto the corridor The second student ran out of the class The third followed I Jumped onto my locker and danced Shedding tears of joy Night prep ended The corridors became our class We all danced We sang praises Nigeria burst out in tears Tears shed in a rapturous joy As a child I felt freedom I knew terror just died All the bars declared free drinks Palmwine sellers distributed free kegs Markets all over Nigeria scattered Everyone celebrating redemption All because dracula just passed The nation breathed liberty again Relatives called themselves To pass across the rare sweet news We didn’t really care what killed him An apple, bullet or woman We began dreaming of sweeter climes We never knew a leader would one day honour terror Nigeria became 100 years A golden list was compiled Of sacrificial hearts that laboured for the country Of martyrs who bled for all Lo and behold We found “Terror’s” name on the list We didn’t ask for a list Of the good, the bad and the ugly We were expecting a roll call Of rare beautiful idols of our land But then our president shocked us again By doing the unthinkable Nigeria knows her heroes We know our warriors Within the Aso villa choose whoever you want to celebrate In our hearts we know those to honour We can’t all just forget the miracle we felt On the day Abacha died
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 12:37:46 +0000
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