Fifty-one years of independence!
Fifty-one years of stagnancy!
She's become a merry-go-round,
on a play-ground.
After the so-called executives
're been elected,
from a point she starts,
round, round and round she goes,
returning to her starting point,
after achiveing nothing but,
*IMPOVERISHMENT*.
Gaint of Africa! My foot.
Is it by words or written in books?
Is it by action?
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A bomb! I am intrigued! Shall I wait here and wait and wait to read more of the same fantastic fabulous renditions by thee...My sovereign? A marvelous work of art.Thank you for showing what snail pace progress can do to destroy a nation.