Nigerian...and ashamed

 

Being a Nigerian in the ‘40s wasn’t a crime.

Being a Nigerian in the ‘50s wasn’t a hardship.

Everything changed when men decided they wanted more.

“more! give us more!” they cried.

They stretched their hands and grabbed, they looted and pillaged.

They separated families, killed dreams, and snuffed out candles.

With their backs bent and their legs shaking in exhaustion,

My fathers dug out more.

More of their sweat, more of their blood.

Their servitude was their pension.

They hoped, and hoped, and hoped.

And their shoulders continued to hunch over, their hunch backs worse than that of Quasimodo.

Their payment was #2000 on election day, and a couple of shootings to sweeten the deal.

Being a Nigerian now is a slap in the face.

 

#LekkiMassacre #EndPoliceBrutality #EndBadGovernance #SaveNigeria