There’s a fire that burns from within me
Its flames like a volcano spitting
fierce magma that makes my heart ponder;
How did we get to this point? I begin to wonder.
Once upon a time in our land,
Dollar could only compete with a few kobo
And the Naira was no match for it.
Graduating from the University,
Mehnn, you are a celebrity
with loads of opportunities
that reward your hustle
after your 4+ years of struggle.
But now the case is different,
You can’t get any chance without sweat
To avoid this, just be the best
Or have some serious “connect”.
We are beautifully endowed
But so very renowned
for the scarcity of what we have;
We are the fourth largest crude oil producing nation,
But we cannot boast of any refinery but fuel stations.
This soil that brought us forth
is lost in the realms of ethnicity.
Our unity is lost but found in place
when it’s time to share the national cake.
And then we start blaming?
It’s time we stop playing the blame game
and stop calling the “innocent” government an evil name.
Coz this government is innocent
of all the atrocities we claim they committed;
Please, is it a crime to buy & sell?
It is simply called business.
They give so little,
to get the greatest right we have;
And we still fall for their lies “in quote”.
For the sake of peanuts,
And “poverty-prospering”, “poverty-ending” schemes,
You leave your business,
carrying posters without common sense,
Standing in the scorching sun,
to hear the same campaign drum
beat and make empty sounds
and promises that make you drown
in the ocean of their overwhelming lies.
The voice of ignorance then says to your already jilted heart –
“This time it will be different”.
Instead of Us to shut our doors
and tell them to make amends
We take their stipends
and get robbed over & over again.
Nigeria is loosing her vigour,
Bleeding all her life & colour,
Corruption has substituted dignity & honour.
She’s bleeding her green
And turning blue, She’s cyanosed,
She’s awake but dead asleep,
We are gradually becoming lifeless and worthless,
This crazy process can be halted
When we set the pace to restore our progress.
By seeing beyond tribalism,
Understanding we are from the same origin,
Sperm & egg fused in Unism,
That we contain the same cells with no difference
except in the illusion of our minds
It’s time to face realism
and stop the plagiarism
of the western culture and slave mentality
that was never ours in the first place;
We were first a people but made into slaves.
and ignorance was the base
for our oppression in those days
But now, it should no longer be the case.
Coz we’ve been taken for a ride.
It’s time to restore our pride
And take our place,
As the trigger of the Gun – Africa,
And become the Giant that we truly are.