Nigeria: The Tale Of An Abandoned Child. Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

Like an orphan she sat down comfortably on the porch of poverty,
Like a stray, she strayed to the other side of sufferings and sorrows,
Like an outsider, she had been left desolated in a forest of derelictions,
Like a rogue, she had ran away from home into the arms of white outlanders.

She was discarded like garbage by the hands that once fed her freedom,
She was rejected by her own blood, she was deserted in her own blood,
She was abandoned by her first parents who loaned her modernities,
She was beaten black and blue with prickly pours that penetrated her world.

Her whole had become a heap of asperities even to the other worlds,
Her innocence had been stolen from her since she was an infant,
Her story touches the heart, though very supposititious and bogus,
Her tattles and tales has thorns and tears popped out from the depths of hell.

Nigeria, your oldish tales are stale now, bemusing even our minds,
Nigeria, it's time to weave a whole novel story that will ease our souls,
Nigeria, the hands that poured life into your beggarly hands are now bent,
Nigeria, it's time to spring up like emerald greens, the moment has come to adult again.

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