NIGERIA @60 YEARS OF WHAT?

Nigeria, Oh, poor Nigeria!

You have been through hell with your leaders.

From your flawed amalgamation, your firstborns capitalised on your wounds and foment your woes.

They have dragged your name in the mud and your dress soaked in the blood of your innocent children.

If this were to be a marriage, you would have sought for divorce without a second thought.

As sexagenarian, you've seen misery and anguish likened to 600 years of pain and turmoil. In all of these, you remain strong though ruthlessly contused. But since your adversaries are relentless, I fear for you.

Nigeria, Oh, poor Nigeria!

Your household is in shambles, not as you would have wanted but your firstborns are the torchbearers of darkness and doom.

Nigeria, Oh, Poor Nigeria!

We pray for thee to get well every day, but your well-being is in the hands of those who seek your downfall for their self-aggrandisement's sake.

So far, 60 years have almost drained the life out of you, leaving you to walk in the carcase of the country you once want to be. What's left is everything but good. If one says that you are just a dotted line on the globe, a space that will uninterestingly be heard in the chronicles of kingdoms, he may not be wrong.

Nigeria, Oh, Poor Nigeria!

In such affluence, you keep groaning in tears of wants; battered and dying in wretchedness. Sucked dry by those who vow to do the same if given a million light-years. Oh, such a streaming tears, enough to flood the world. What an omen, both sardonic and sarcastic!

Nigeria, Oh. Nigerians!

Why the bloodbath when nothing worth dying and killing for except political positions. At 60 years of the inglorious reign of looting, embezzlements, and killing, we are in the hands of fate, whose decisions no mortal could speculate.

Oh, what years of bad leadership and management.

Shall we not rather weep for this faultily conjoined political enclave with tribal, ethnicity, and religious minions of self destructors than pretending to celebrate?

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