Friday, October 1, 2010
My Country just clocked 50 years old and much like the Hebrews in Exodus we seem to be getting nowhere but, God has spoken and there are a select few just like Joel 2 says who are willing to bring that change...
this is a poem i wrote last year, it sums up my feelings and hopes, be blessed as you read it, it's called I am...
I am indirect and still direct rule,
I am considered corrupt, a big fool,
I am the fight, the subsequent struggle,
To be free; as light as a bubble.
I am the bloodless takeover, the bloody coup,
I am on the continent with the biggest shoes,
I am the Elected, the people’s Hero,
I am the definition of fresh, ground zero,
I am the budget that isn’t implemented,
I am the joy that is unprecedented,
I am the average youth, the old man, the unborn child,
I am talent, raw beauty, running wild,
I am the school that’s barely open,
The student that’s anxiously hoping,
I am the office that is abused, the power that is raped,
I am, amongst peers seemingly as obsolete as tapes.
I am considered by some an underachiever, a flash in the pan,
Yet they who make diamonds feed from my hand,
I am asked by my rivers, “why? Oh, why?”
I am the eagle that refuses to fly,
I am the horse without dignity, worn out by endless battle,
I am the grass, ravaged and destroyed by greedy cattle.
I am on my knees, torn apart by my grief,
And yet I dance despite little or no relief,
I am, I realise made for much more,
Not to be defined by boundaries or governors,
I am as some believe, the apple in God’s eye,
The engineer without whom this plane won’t fly,
Thus I refuse to die, calls for my death I refute,
I am ready to b transformed like a beggar in a new suit,
I am not dead; no it’s not over yet,
Critics, friends, the passive, place all your bets,
I will survive regardless the pain, the hype, the hysteria,
I am the sleeping giant that has been roused, I am ….Nigeria!