A Letter to Democracy.
Under the cloudy cloud we still breath in our inimical tears. Day after day, we grieved in our troubles, a country acquainted with wealth but appears to us like a face that depict squalor. I want to salute my fellow heros and heroines! Among tussle and hardship,amidst turbulence and rot, in d midst of ruin and destruction we are still dashing out in frenzy, shaking the great pillar of education and other sectors to the root with wings spread across the horizons. A country once rooted in peace and tranquility, applauded by all and sun dry.Currently,Boko Haram bombing and destroying d little developments we have . Our question now is why IN POWER MILK,THE DIARY DRY? Chants to our ancestors who fought for our freedom, dead but their spirits ever liveth. We all believe things fall apart because the beautiful ones are not yet born but can we now blame the gods for the tragedy of the ruled?It is therefore incredibly amazing that there is hope for the living dead, let there be peace, love, togetherness, employment and empowerment,let's stop bandits parading as democrats in the country so that our beauty will be retrospectively kept and our back bone blessed-byeblocking blaster-boing.