Vs1
The days when we laid under the moon and stars
When we slept in bamboo beds
Without a care in the world
When the banging of the talking drum
Was the music to our dance
Those days when we ran along the streets
With leather bags tied together with sack ropes for footballs
When we would go to the stream and splash around
Even bathing was an occasion
Then we would mile around
When the ones from the city came
All the tales they told seeming like dreams
Then our mothers would cook food in the outdoors
We would slowly wander around her
With high hopes for a taste.
MY PAST
VS2
Now, our moonlight tales
Have been replaced by family movie night
We call it thus in desperate hope for a hint of the past
But yet, I wonder if this is really so
When we are so caught up in the rush of life
Yet, I know this,
Our hearts strain for the connection once more
We strain for the touch
The feel of nature
The feel of one another
The connection
Are we too lost to find ourselves once more?
The little light of what we once were
Is becoming nothing but a few flicker
When we feel all the doors closing
Chances missed
Opportunities misused the
Our self realization curbed
MY PRESENT
VS3
I cry out to all those who yearn like me
Who are desperate for one more glance of the past
Who need to hear the hooting of owls
Those who are tired of being treated like guinea pigs
I tell you all
The time is now
It is time we accept ourselves as truly African
It is time we run back to our heritage
The ancestors stir
In the Graves as they sob quietly
The forgotten ones
Of we do not learn from our past mistakes
I assure you there will be no future If we do not run backwards
There will be no future
We need to step up
As generations of now.
We need to take control
MY FUTURE
Okay people. So that was a poem I worked on a few years ago for a poetry competition. I didn't win though😅 but I had a lot of fun writing it cause it gave me an insight on our country.
Nigeria isn't perfect... Its not the most amazing country to live in and to grow in and to come from. And because of the imperfections that are seeimgly so prominent we don't see the good thing in Nigeria.
But I see one. The people. Nigerians are hotheaded and strong opinioned people who have one intense kind of money making ability. A Nigerian is able to make something out of basically anything sometimes and thats a really good skill if you ask me😂 I also see me. And the rest of the teenagers like me. Those few who have realized that "hey, no matter where in the world I go to I'm always going to be Nigerian. No matter what.
I don't believe in leaving this country after school like most people do. I want to stay. I want to help make it better. I refuse to just walk away from a country that is mine. Its my real home. I believe that'd why the special few of us were placed here , to help... Because, if we leave, the generations after will do the same. And Nigeria becomes a dream again and thats not what I see for this country.
Guys, there is still hope, it might not seem like it but there is. So don't give up hope in your home
The days when we laid under the moon and stars
When we slept in bamboo beds
Without a care in the world
When the banging of the talking drum
Was the music to our dance
Those days when we ran along the streets
With leather bags tied together with sack ropes for footballs
When we would go to the stream and splash around
Even bathing was an occasion
Then we would mile around
When the ones from the city came
All the tales they told seeming like dreams
Then our mothers would cook food in the outdoors
We would slowly wander around her
With high hopes for a taste.
MY PAST
VS2
Now, our moonlight tales
Have been replaced by family movie night
We call it thus in desperate hope for a hint of the past
But yet, I wonder if this is really so
When we are so caught up in the rush of life
Yet, I know this,
Our hearts strain for the connection once more
We strain for the touch
The feel of nature
The feel of one another
The connection
Are we too lost to find ourselves once more?
The little light of what we once were
Is becoming nothing but a few flicker
When we feel all the doors closing
Chances missed
Opportunities misused the
Our self realization curbed
MY PRESENT
VS3
I cry out to all those who yearn like me
Who are desperate for one more glance of the past
Who need to hear the hooting of owls
Those who are tired of being treated like guinea pigs
I tell you all
The time is now
It is time we accept ourselves as truly African
It is time we run back to our heritage
The ancestors stir
In the Graves as they sob quietly
The forgotten ones
Of we do not learn from our past mistakes
I assure you there will be no future If we do not run backwards
There will be no future
We need to step up
As generations of now.
We need to take control
MY FUTURE
Okay people. So that was a poem I worked on a few years ago for a poetry competition. I didn't win though😅 but I had a lot of fun writing it cause it gave me an insight on our country.
Nigeria isn't perfect... Its not the most amazing country to live in and to grow in and to come from. And because of the imperfections that are seeimgly so prominent we don't see the good thing in Nigeria.
But I see one. The people. Nigerians are hotheaded and strong opinioned people who have one intense kind of money making ability. A Nigerian is able to make something out of basically anything sometimes and thats a really good skill if you ask me😂 I also see me. And the rest of the teenagers like me. Those few who have realized that "hey, no matter where in the world I go to I'm always going to be Nigerian. No matter what.
I don't believe in leaving this country after school like most people do. I want to stay. I want to help make it better. I refuse to just walk away from a country that is mine. Its my real home. I believe that'd why the special few of us were placed here , to help... Because, if we leave, the generations after will do the same. And Nigeria becomes a dream again and thats not what I see for this country.
Guys, there is still hope, it might not seem like it but there is. So don't give up hope in your home
Nice piece
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