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