Nigeria should’ve been a Home,

Incarcerated with my thought,

As I watched my sleep stagger away,

Struggling to hold forth,

but my mind had lost what to say,

my muse to write, suddenly in fright,

busy life or busy days, I really doubt,

running from danger, I always ran home,

but when home becomes unsafe,

one question life’s outcome,

the accidents and incidents we forgave,

But Nigeria should have been a home….

Night was quick to give way to morning,

People will still wake up mourning,

confused with what would become,

or who would serve the penance,

Nigeria should have been their home,

But their soul cries for vengeance.

Is it the Ozubulu massacre?

Or the little boy maimed during the owerri market scatter?

Which should I say, which do I highlight?

Try as I may, I still fail to fathom but pray it’ll be alright

But Nigeria should have been a home….

Imagine if it’s your mum that grieves,

Or your family and friends who mourns,

Like fallen leaves, left to wither,

Or a lady scorned and terribly bitter,

Things will never be same as it was,

The essence of living gradually fading,

With grief and pains, unending,

And the uncertainties of a country there was,

Someday it will end of course,

Then, there will be no use figuring out what will become,

When finally, Nigeria becomes a home.

Dedicated to the family and friends who lost loved ones due to uncertainties of a country, and to those who lost their lives, God knows best...+RIP