Is what I feel
When I hear
I hear of tales of how the naira-dollar rate was N22 to $1 in 2000
Yet in 2020 the naira to dollar rate is hitting an alarming rate of N400 to a $1
But 2000 was just 20 years ago yesterday.
Yes, rotten is the system
The ones whom are to protect us are the same ones extorting and corking their guns at us.
Killing us like cockroaches with no soul.
Yes, amusing it is
When the ones who set up agencies to fight robbery and corruption are the same ones whose bellies are so filled like barn with no more room – they have to make a warehouse in their anus.
Yes, despair is what I feel
When the ones supposedly elected
Elected because we claim to be running a democratic system but now, it just seems like the kratos without the demos
All I see are a bunch of conceited aristocrats who have easily forgotten the tenets of leadership which is simply service.
Yes, overwhelming it is
When I turn on the radio and the news that greets my ear is that Nigeria recovered a loot.
Yes, a lot of millions of dollars stolen by the then Major General of the Federation.
Yes, heartbreaking it is
That Nigeria with all her wealth and vast resources.
She has chosen to remain a mono economy.
The oil she produces that is sold to other economies is the same oil that can be as scarce as diamonds in her country.
Yes, hungry is what I feel
When a De Rica of Foreign rice was sold for N120, ten years ago is totally banned and replaced with locally produced rice to be sold at N50 is now sold at N500.
How can I survive this?
Yes, deprived is what I feel
When the necessities for existence within a nation as; Education, Healthcare, Power Supply has become a luxury only the rich can afford.
Yes, distress is what I’ve come to know
When I finally gain admission to a university in my country but my 4 year course which promises no Employment after graduation turns into a 6-year course
Because ASUU is always on strike every 6 months.
Yes, hilarious it is
That the average Nigerian’s dream lies outside of her shores
The patriotism in us dead like my iPhone with no internet connection
The only redemption we see is a better life outside the shores of this land.
Yes, peace is what I smell
When a handful of youths whom are supposedly lazy Nigerian youths march and engage in a peaceful protest airing out our demands with voices louder than an Elephant’s.
Yes, Change is what I see
Not the one they promised
When the youths are in one accord
Marching, Protesting, Posting, demanding the end of the injustice that’s gone far too long.
With placards in our hands saying END SARS
Placards as brooms strong enough to sweep.
Sweep away the webs that’s clouded the thinking of our leaders
Placards in our hands saying END POLICE BRUTALITY
Placards as canes strong enough to flog
Flog the devil that’s been sitting too long on the hearts of our authorities.
This is the real change that I see
This is the lazy, digital savvy Nigerian youth sending a signal
A signal to the whole world that we are not lazy
We did not inherit the silence of our parents.
Most of all this is the real change been ushered in as an Usher leads a member in to a church.
This is an ushering in of a new era.