Nigeria At 52 Years After Poem by Olawale Showunmi

Like a misled adventurer in search of the golden fleece
On this path, Nigeria was made to venture
As concocted by the pleasure
of her colonial masters

As the hey days tribulation beckoned
She was strengthened with passionand agility to endure
But as her offsprings cohered their
aggressions
And Union Jack came to reckon
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!

Independence- the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labours of her heroes past
But while basking in her virginity euphoria
Was stabbed aback by ruthless despots of the time.

Alas!
Eclipsed in the shackles of Corruption-
The aroma of hope and suffering filled our hungry hearts.

Only must we brace ourselves for oppression
As being deprived of our national cake
Wallowing down the gullet of our political liars
Our destiny only we must make
Before this rain of hope finally fades.

Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey
A journey retarded by her infant democracy daunting
Perhaps compromised by the masked shadows-
who have tainted the honour in her bone marrow.

What an illusional state we nourished
A result of the looming storm that flourished!

Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment
and mockery-
Where do our pasture lies?