Must Read: A Message From Nigeria On Her Birthday

I came across this poem talking about how the people in charge of Nigeria treat the country badly while they enrich themselves. The last lines of the poem put me in deep thought, “Do your part to make me grow
Now you have a chance, you know
That’s the birthday gift I want from you”

The Ministry of Misery
I’ve been like a castle in the air
Heavily laden with despair
While you live in vanity fair
You’ve been walking on air
While for me everything is a flying mare

Why is your ministry misery
Everything I give is green
Yet it all ends up gloomy
Why are you so mean
Will I ever hear the sounds of victory

Put me out of misery
Save me from despair
Make me free from despondency
Shield me from the fowler’s snare
All I’ve lost is not beyond repair

I’m four seasons past gold
But I’m still left in the cold
Sadly you are all of a mold
Do your part to make me grow
Now you have a chance, you know
That’s the birthday gift I want from you

Really, we all need to do our bits. We don’t need to mind those leaders, good or bad. We can start laying the foundation for what we’d do if we get there tomorrow. Our current leaders can’t be there forever, it will someday be your turn. How you will rule then? Show us now through your character.

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