February 6, 2025
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A cry for the bond nation

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  • February 5, 2025
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A cry for the bond nation

By ThankGod Wanyanwu

OH Nigeria, land of the sun and rain,
Where rulers trample and add to the pain.
The wealth of the earth lies beneath your feet,
Yet hunger and hardship, your people meet.

They promised progress, a life anew,
But prideful hearts only tighten the screw.
In the halls of power, contempt they breed,
Ignoring the cries of those in need.

Your banks steal silently, without a sound,
While the people’s savings cannot be found.
They wait for hours, their own funds denied,
A nation’s hope in despair resides.

On your roads, lawmen with disdain stand tall,
Their threats echo: “I’ll shoot, and nothing will fall, nothing will happen.”
Yet citizens plead, their voices ignored,
Crushed beneath a system long abhorred.
Where is the justice? Where is the care?
The rulers, aloof, leave the people bare.
From passports delayed to power that’s gone,
The story of neglect lingers on.

Corporate mock, their greed unchecked,
Profiting off the people they disrespect.
Unsolicited calls, the insult runs deep,
As promises of governance fall asleep.

Yet amidst the darkness, a whisper grows,
A God who watches, a justice that flows.
“When the poor cry out, I will not ignore,
For I am the God who opens the door.”

The Pharaohs may laugh, in their grandeur they bask,
But the cries of the humble are no simple task.
For the heavens have heard, and soon will descend,
The children of pride will meet their end.

Nigeria, your dawn is yet to rise,
When truth and justice will light your skies.
The people will sing, their chains undone,
For in their hearts, a new hope has begun.

* Wanyanwu, a multifaceted author, media consultant and Pan-Africanist, is the author of Jesus Is a Black Man: An Inconvenient Truth, among other works

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