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Sunday, October 25, 2020

My Pain

I do not query my birth into Nigeria at the beginning
Why because creator has no fault I belief
I do not blame my parents because they are only tool for my birth
I do not blame the land of my nation except I do not remember how endow it is
History have it, it is a land of beauty and hope
The belief I was given at birth as a ritual for my Nigerianization
The ritual that move and motivate me to ready to fight and defend my Nigeria
I was blind and still blind to her love
Only that even my fellow Nigerians often ask why my love for my Nigeria



My identity as a Nigeria I do not query when I was at my mother's knee
But my journey to discover my place in my Nigeria
The journey after school without job
The journey of life without basic amenities
The journey that ask who is my father in my Nigeria
The journey of pain and of the image crises
The journey that shape me into challenging my Nigerianization
The journey that show the two sides


My Nigeria tribe has nothing to do with the side
All tribes have their tribes in all sides
My education has no answer to it except…
The day I saw my side in my Nigeria I cry
My side has no hope, my side has no chance
My side is caged with school without job
A side without insurance for my health
A side of teeming youth without voice
A side that accommodated old with battered destinies
A side of orchestrated poverty
A tool of my slavery in my Nigeria


Their side has no mercy to accommodate us
The side of those we called leaders,
Although appear to be with us and for us, but they are
Leader without mercy
The side that share our patrimony without mercy
And indebted our children unborn
The side that took my right to freedom
The side that make me laughing stock, again with their children
October 2020, I have to query my Nigerianization,
We have come to ask why my side in hell in my Nigeria
Why their machine called SAR labelled and punished our identities


The question we have not finished asking before my fellows fell through
The bullet, bullet of corrupt politicians,
Bullet of soldiers who defend politician and not constitution
As they have no mercy, so their bullet
As l mourn the martyrs of this struggle
Their BLOOD shall not rest until, the freedom to free our Nigerian
But remember to tell the wicked it shall not be well with him
Tell them when they labour, they we labour for the wind
Their reward shall be for strangers and
Our side, my side shall be freed.
To the memory of those killed in the #ENDSAR protest on 20th of October,2020 after a week-long protest.

#ENSAR IS A PROTEST THAT OCCURWEEK LONG IN NIGERIA BY THE YOUTH OVER A DEPARTMENT IN POLICE CALLED SAR(SPECIAL ANTI-ROBBERY SQUARD)OVER GROSS ABUSE BUT OCTOBER 20TH,2020 THE GOVERNMENT DURING THE PROTEST UNLEASHED MILITARY WHERE SOME YOUTH DIED BECAUSE OF MILITARY SHOOTING.
Babajide Aina
Topic(s) of this poem: experience
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#ENSAR IS A PROTEST THAT OCCURWEEK LONG IN NIGERIA BY THE YOUTH OVER A DEPARTMENT IN POLICE CALLED SAR(SPECIAL ANTI-ROBBERY SQUARD)OVER GROSS ABUSE BUT OCTOBER 20TH,2020 THE GOVERNMENT DURING THE PROTEST UNLEASHED MILITARY WHERE SOME YOUTH DIED BECAUSE OF MILITARY SHOOTING.
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COMMENTS
Deluke Muwanigwa 25 October 2020
We shall overcome. Just my thought. Instead of going head to head with armed thugs there is a movement these despotic leaders cant deal with. TECHNOLOGY. Use it to do petitions etc and involve whole world and diaspora. Troy will fall.
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