OUR NIGERIA


For decades Africa’s most glamorous child has

Been floundering around – groping for national equilibrium,

Under the inflamed blanket of corruption;

Attempting to flick on the switches of progression –

While still harboring the dark masters of regression.

Their innocuous game-plan has always been decked with

The fragrance of avarice – scorning the people on all points.

It’s time to stop grousing, and to start acting;

Severing the bonds that has, for so long, held us captives

In the strident cells of religion and ethnicity –

Churning us unnecessarily against one another –

Thus creating a diversion from the real dictatorial

Forces, hell-bent on shattering the glass of our unity.

Across the horizon beams the true light of

Liberation – meticulously searching for credible

Agents of righteousness; readily present as

Willing mediums to dispel these storekeepers of darkness.

There’s an urgent need to rope hands with the right reformers;

An urgent need that begins with you!



Good luck Nigeria!








MIDNIGHT STORM


It’s pitch dark, and

The rain come cascading ferociously;

Like sharp knives, slicing through the air,

At breakneck speed;

Droplets, each as heavy as a coin,

Cold!





A boisterious wind walks by;

Trees and their young ones pay, total, obeisance.

The animals are in hiding,

Scared to the scalps,

With mouths in their hearts,

And none, obdurate.






The sky, in an angry mood,

Looks fiercely with lightning,

And screams in rage with thunder,

Daring any to utter a word.

All hold their peace,

As mother-nature breathes out her heat.








Iyke Igwe
07030914532
igwesm@yahoo.com