I’m usually fluent in the language of the heart,but lately I find myself at a loss for words to articulate the pain I feel for Nigeria..
And since I can’t speak,my heart cries…especially for those without a voice,hope or justification that they suffer for a purpose..
I feel helpless because I don’t know what will/how to change it…
I feel guilty because I somehow go through the day untouched by the reality of the pain they feel So I hope my tears make sense…in the absence of imprisoned words…
I cry for the little kids who have lost their innocence because nobody gave enough of a damn to protect it.
I cry for the selfish generation that left this huge mess behind…forgetting that their children will reap in pain what they sowed in ignorance
I cry for those who died a seemingly meaningless death in an attempt to save an unrepentant country on life support..
I cry for those who have laboured with integrity fueled my an unshakable faith that Nigeria will be better
I cry for the remnant of reputable visionaries under pressure to compromise for the sake of unfounded greed
I cry because my heart can’t make sense of the pain
I cry because our nation has lost its soul n its mind fights back with feigning strength
I cry because we blame Nigeria while forgetting that we are Nigeria ….
Here’s hoping the volume of my tears will be loud enough to awaken the soul of a country I hold dear…
Here’s praying these tears will enhance the vision in my heart with monumental insight into the truth I can’t reach on my own..
Here’s to Nigeria, the only true home I’ve ever known..