We want to love you Nigeria, we want to serve you, we really want to arise and obey your call, but they are not letting us do it, how do we answer your call when our lips are taped shut, how do we come and be patriotic when we are forced to sit down, our legs tied to the chair, our hands tied to our back. Aliens say we should open our eyes, we would see the good in our country. Our eyes are wide open but our vision is obscured. We see no green, we see no white all we see is red. The blood of the innocent that was shared, red! The symbol of danger that lurks in the corner of where we’re supposed to feel safe in, our home, our fatherland, our presumed safe haven now a tower of fear and insecurity.
God Blessed you Nigeria. You had what I would describe as ‘follow come’ peace but your children! Oh your children! They are ruining your peace, calling dark clouds into your firmament, I can see it, I can feel it, the darkness slowly looming over us. But some of us still harbor seeds of hope in our hearts for you, we protect it with all we have got, we can’t stop them from binding our legs and hands but we can restrict them from reaching our hearts. We will live each day, nurturing that seed and praying for God to not totally look away from you And to gift you with a smile bright enough to chase away those dark clouds as you celebrate another year.
Happy Birthday Nigeria.
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