The change we’ve all been waiting for!

We look to our differences to define us, even though that days unite us.
We conveniently look for someone else to blame, even though we are all powerless to them.

We see why we can’t move forward, but we fail to look inward. The ground is dirty red, a mixture of blood and fear. The dispair in the air and dead bodies wet with tears, a lifetime of many seasons destroyed simply for no reason, and homes to become empty shells as families face a living hell.

Yesterday’s joy has been replaced by grieve and sorrow. Today a blackened soul have taking away their tomorrow. This tick black smoke fill this land, and choke this nation until we all sigh, ‘when will we see each other as just Nigerian?’, and not find the reason to see each other, an alian. Hopes and dreams lay in coffens, victims of a life that’s only uncertain in a nation with misplaced priorities. I’ve asked myself, what does it mean to be Nigerian? But in between the line that describe our identity, i have found an empty definition, one we scarcely believe in. Now we search for sanity in a society that have lost the ability to care, nothing shocks us anymore.

Broken promises, broken dreams, we’ve grown use to it all. Some how it seems sticks and stones may break their bones but tomorrow we wake up and hug our own, close our eyes and thank the lord that it wasn’t anyone we know that was just, Nigerian.

We see why we can’t move forward. But some prefer to think backwards. We look for someone else to blame even though it should fill us with shame. We look to our differences to define us, even though this pain lives inside of us all. And we, are the change we’ve all been waiting for.