LENGTHY BUT PLS TAKE PAIN AND READ;(POEM FOR MY Nigeria At 53, - TopicsExpress



          

LENGTHY BUT PLS TAKE PAIN AND READ;(POEM FOR MY Nigeria At 53, Sarcastic Or A Satire? Celebrate Me....... I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself. I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads, so I crush my best brains in the caverns, craters and crevasses they crash into daily. I am in unending mourning, please celebrate me. My schools has no teacher and my classrooms has no roof. I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room. All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas as ASUU strike unends I am a university student, but I am illiterate. I want a future, please celebrate me. Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power. All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also. I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world; and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless, please celebrate me. For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day. But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast. When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets. My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors. I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy. I have no verve, no vote, no voice, please celebrate me. My youth have no past, present nor future. So my sons in the North have become street urchins and killers; and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers. My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean. My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt; while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam . I am grief-stricken, please celebrate me.;( I have hundreds of dams, but no water. So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards. I need a vision, please celebrate me. I have a million candidates craving to enter closed universities, but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth. I have no power, but choose to flare gas, so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of Unclad flares. I am shrouded by darkness, please celebrate me.:(My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down; flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged; my fishes are dead because the oil spills. I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel, so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country, Boko Haram kills hundreds on daily basis :(I can produce anything, but import everything. So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa; my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland; my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy; my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia; my chocolate is made in Turkey.Why can I not simply reflect and ponder? Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character? Does my location limit the lengths my liberty? Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul Does my mien maim the mine of my mind? And is failure worth celebrating? I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 06:54:39 +0000

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