Writer: Steve rae
©Stephen Akogbeto
Brain drain so heavy in the country,
Professionals ''japa'', they do Moonlight flits,
No good salary, they make excuses,
Forgotten they are foreigners in the land whom they flee.
Who brought this idea of escape and fleeing,
Had he forgotten he left his motherland behind? ,
The thrill of secrecy or stealth,
Like *invisible man* they move unseen.
See this excitement of sneaking away under cover of darkness,
The burden of a motherland, it's too heavy for them to bare,
They run with cooperative loans, These swindlers,
Most even died, and make orphan(parent less) .
You run with thrifts, the rush of adrenaline,
From the risk of being discovered and uncertainty,
Steve sparkles light to your brain, like flint,
Come back to motherland, says my word like flick.
2/3/2025
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