Lamentation from my Motherland

My country,
A beautiful city,
My motherland is blessed with diverse cultures,
She is abundantly gifted with rich natural resources, from the north to the south, the east to the west.

Undoubtedly, she is fruitful.
The land of milk and honey, 
enriched with lush greenery,
humans are intended to consume the fruits of the soil,but the battle for survival continues.

She is weeping because of man’s inhumanity to another. 
There is so much insecurity, killings, and hunger in the nation. 
She is seen as the giant of Africa,
yet she is weeping. 
The wealth of the nation is in the hands of few people, 
yet she is seen as a democratic nation.
How long will my motherland continue to bleed and weep in search of redemption?

Should we return to the days of the colonial era? 
The days where British colonial district officers exploited us, raided our land, confiscated our resources ranging from: crude oil, iron ore, coal, food, livestock and left us to die in penury. The days we were flogged with justification and seen as a means of discipline,
our human rights were abused.
The days where we lost our culture and identity.
 The days of constant war and conflict.

Her quest for liberation from the few cabals who held her captive in her own land has resulted to so many killings.
She is being divided, all in the name of tribalism. 
Her political elite are creating more chaos, were one hates his brother for being Igbo, Yoruba or Hausa.

My mother land is weeping. 
She is in search of a leader who will bring a sense of belonging to all. 
Her children are running to foreign land, where they are being treated as slaves even after gaining independence, just in search of a greener pasture. 
They are seen as criminals, yet they blossom so well in this foreign nations.
May the labour of our heroes past never be in vain.

There is still a sparkle at the end of the tunnel. 
She still has a chance at redemption.
The time to right our wrongs is near.
It is time to wake up and unite.
It is time for us to arise and put a stop to the weeping of my motherland.
She is in labor and will surely deliver her child which will bring liberation and happiness to all.

We need a great leader. 
A leader whose breast will suckle her tender child and wipe away all tears.
A leader who will put a smile on the faces of her people. 
A leader who will protect her own.

A leader that is tough like a tiger, 
compassionate like a dove.

A leader free from corrupt practices.
A leader who will restore our fundamental human right, where there is freedom of speech.
A leader who will equitably distribute the resources of this nation.
A leader who will lead his sheep like a shepherd into a place of safety.


Arise my mother land for your salvation is at hand.