Somewhere in Nigeria - Volume 2 - Dream

There are broken bottlesĀ of dreams

Of boys and girls of tomorrow

Carefully arranged in crates & coffins

By marauding Fulani herdsmen.

 

Somewhere in Nigeria

There are IDP’s

Suffering boredom

From the tranches of their dorm.

 

Somewhere in Nigeria

A billion naira dream gets aborted

Like a foetus sent on a suicide mission

By the sound of a gun

Boom!

Gbim!

It goes in that area.

 

Somewhere in Nigeria,

Nigerians,

Christians and Muslims

Are conjured

Playing soccer with their Gods

Spilling their blood

Fighting for their Gods

Racing for the crown of Ignorance

But One day

One day

I say One Day!

God shall be without a faith.

 

Somewhere In Nigeria

The Headquarters Of Poverty

The land grieves and laughs simultaneously

Like a comedian, she churns out beautiful jokes.

 

Somewhere In Nigeria

The dreams of Boys and Girls of Tomorrow

Were refilled in standing bottles

As they took a sip

The future was invented

In a serene environment

Where blood spillage is a mirage

And murderers now live as ants.

 

Somewhere In Nigeria

Voices of hope

Are walking on the streets

Dining with the masses

Like gas particles

Which are on its own volition

Cooking aroma of bright future

And oozing the song of freedom.

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