Nigeria: Awakening The Sleeping Giant Poem by Gold Trybes

Nigeria: Awakening The Sleeping Giant



I have tried so much to keep mum and maintain the status quo.I have tried so much to keep my frustrations to myself every single day but it just never seems to work as a look into the papers always brings out the ugly side of my disenchantment about the state of affairs in a country that never seems to get it right.

My heart increasingly weeps for a nation that has lost its conscience and at some point lost the hopes and dreams of its founding fathers on which the very existence of this country was built.

my heart bleeds for a nation where only a few elite are willing to stand up for the truth for fear of reprisal attacks from the oligarchic few that holds the destiny of this nation hostage..
I'm increasingly pained by the fact that what we have on our hands are only tell tales of woe across the Atlantic.No more cheer news from the sleeping giant.

The international community and indeed locals alike are bewildered at the shape of events in a country we all thought democracy was going to bring us the much needed respite.

People are daily disenfranchised, frustrated and disappointed from exercising their freedom and you better believe it as there are ominous signs to prove this.

The political class leaves so much to be desired.The economy is in shambles across the entire breath of the country and Corruption like a cancerworm continues to eat deep into the fabrics of our dear nation and we do not know where to turn to anymore as our perceived Messiahs seem to be our perceived enemies judging from how they continue to milk our treasury dry.

We all kinda heaved a sigh of relief with the enactment of the financial crimes bill which was passed into law under the obasanjo government and was subsequently implemented.It was a dream come true for several concerned Nigerians who thought the hey days of corrupt leaders and their pay masters had come to an end, not realizing we had another think coming.

we have all watched helplessly, under our noses too, as the so called watch dog agency has gone berserk and turned itself into a willing tool in the hands of our so called leaders to witch-haunt real or imagined enemies of the government under the pretense of cleaning up the polity.The economic and financial crimes commission has increasingly become a bull dog that only bites those who run foul of the government of the day.

what in heavens is going on? No one seems to know what the answers are as a culture of waste has been entrenched in our polity.Its a whole culture of a wasted and irresponsible generation passed down the line..

The situation is indeed worsened by the fact that people that have tried to make a difference are apprehended and have their lives snuffed out in the most bizarre circumstances..and finding these killers for the police force is almost seems like an impossible task.Thats the sad reality about what our nation has turned into before our very own eyes.

where do we go from here.How-about do we start this crusade and who's going to pick up the gauntlet.Who's bringing about this change..when is this change coming..

My heart weeps for my homeland from across the shores and only hope and pray that someday we get it right in a country thats abundantly and naturally blessed with people and resources to bring about the necessary change we all look for on the horizon..

Here is a call to duty that posterity may remember us as one that left our footprints on the sands of time...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ronald Stroman 17 December 2007

a sleepin'... midget. an interesting read though. go to war to establish change and i don't mean 'genocide.' kill the dog-trainer & keep the dog.

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