We just lost 32 gallant Nigerian soldiers abord a NAF helicopter around Ondo State. Last Satutday, it was a boat mishap in Benue. I feel sad. May God console their families. Amen.
We bury not just a nation,
But a dream—
Lowered gently into the earth
By hands that still tremble with disbelief.
And as the soil covers what remains,
We whisper—not in anger,
But in weary resignation:
May we find again
What we have so carelessly lost
She peeks.
She chooses.
She sells.
Her scales tipped not by truth,
But by the quiet weight of envelopes passed under tables.
So we gather here—
Not to celebrate,
But to remember.
To mourn a republic
That did not die in a day,
But bled slowly
From a thousand careless cuts.
Ah, the youth…
Once a rising tide,
Now scattered waves against indifferent shores.
Some flee across deserts and drowning seas,
Chasing dignity in foreign tongues.
Others remain—
Rooted in place,
But uprooted in spirit.
And what of justice?
She no longer wears a blindfold—
They cannot see on earth.
We have mastered survival here—
Turned it into an art form.
We laugh when we should rage,
Dance when we should mourn,
Endure what should never be endured.
Resilience has become our curse—
A balm that numbs
But never heals.
The youth—
Now flickers like a dying lantern
In a storm that will not pass.
And still, the pulpit thunders—
Not with truth,
But with transactions dressed as prophecy.
Miracles for sale,
Salvation on subscription,
While the faithful kneel on broken ground
Praying for a heaven
The streets tell better stories—
Of children who hawk their childhood at traffic lights,
Of graduates who fold their dreams into envelopes
Addressed to nowhere,
Of mothers who measure meals
With trembling hands and empty pots.
Hope—
That fragile, stubborn thing—
White, not of peace—
But of surrender.
In the corridors of power,
Voices echo without meaning—
Men in polished agbada
Speak in circles,
Feeding fat on a starving nation.
Their laughter is loud,
But it cannot drown
The quiet cracking of-
a country splitting at its seams.
A green land rising with the sun,
Our anthem carried on hopeful winds,
Our future—wide as the Niger’s stretch.
We were not perfect, no—
But we believed.
God, how we believed.
Now the flag hangs tired,
Its green no longer fertile
But stained with the memory
Of what could be
ELEGY FOR A BROKEN REPUBLIC
We do not wail loudly anymore—
Grief here has learned silence.
It sits in the corners of our homes,
Uninvited, yet permanent,
Like darkness that refuses dawn.
Once, we were a promise spoken boldly—
Good morning, Nigerians
Please help me tell members of the National Assembly that changing the national anthem is not the real thing. We need them to pass laws that will better the lot of Nigerians and focus on the true ideals of governance
The recent kilingd of Nimbo citizens in Uzo Uwani in Enugu State is unacceptable. The perpetrators must be found to ensure thar true peace returns to that land. The government should handle the situation b4 those affected would take laws into their hands to avenge their loss
How can we explain movie scenes that involve navigating the R.Niiger with adequate protective gears in place to secure life in case of mishap. Sorry isn't the word. Prosecute those who are responsible for this monumental loss of lives. Their new address should be prison