To My Fellow Nigerians
To our future leaders,
Who starve their eyes of sleep, striving repaciously for bread on the laptop screen till the day bleed to nightfall
Those Whose hearts have become a jungle, revenging for the sufferings of our forefathers they say
They pluck beautiful apples planted by unknown farmers in another man’s land
Help me tell them, they are writing a tragic story for our land’s tomorrow.
To our future leaders,
With dark hearts and glowing skins
Whose in between their legs have become abode of evil men
Men in the high tables do not build a space for corporate wear they say
Help me tell them, to stop campaigning for the ruin of our noble land.
To our fathers,
Whose hearts are darker than darkness
They take silver from their brother’s pocket and deposit stone; they carpeted their saliva with a deceiving tongue
Help me tell them that their grey hair glitters the danger of our land.
To our mothers,
Who flood nairas tactically from our fathers pocket
They empty the pot with their lying tongue; saying men on the high tables wine and dine with looted bread.
Help me tell them, they sit together with those men of ruthless practices.
By Olaseni Kehinde Precious
