No one understands the blossomy of true nature, the tainted lands. Africa is deceased, the doom painted in its atmospheric breeze – I felt for Nigeria, Africa’s gem… but Dear Citizens are embittered, not a jewel, this fertile land – poverty’s splashed everywhere-The streets, houses, roads, bridges, hospitals, waterways; to the firing squad, a government’s comic showdown, electricity is a gold mine for all, all that’s left preached years of existence.
The urgency for a new voice calls but these voices aren’t there too, stranded – morals are diminished, vices; a darkened tunnel, slaves of pleasure and desires – The arts cry bitterly – We hope, we dream leadership, a change – Africa has fallen deeply, but Motherland weeps for a new Africa – the lands of peace.
Dele has…