Our continual unity in diversity,
our firm statehoodness
remain a mystery to THEM.
What we would achieve if not 'tinkered' with
is THEIR fear.
THEY amalgamated us to break us,
but alas we continue to soar higher,
even in the mist of THEIR 'sponsored' chaos.
What we will become if left alone
is their angst.
If only we ourselves would think from within,
then our without THEM
will be victory.
We are stronger!

The writer of this poem believes the plague call BOKOHARAM is the West (THEM) conspiracy to see to the dememberment of Nigeria.