Nigeria: I Pray Be Reborn, By Hannatu Musawa

Hannatu Musawa
Two thousand thirteen was a year of surprise,

Comprised of some highs, few sighs and goodbyes.

It commenced when Obama was again called to arise

As the head of his nation, for the world to sanitize.

He tries to be wise, applies much advice.

But the size of his duty is too much to surmise.

Other events in the year that did sensationalize,

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Includes the death of dear Madiba, his heartbreaking demise.

We all know each who lives, equally dies

But few in life have the gift of provoking many cries.

The Syrian civil war made all criticize,

Al-Assad’s inability to peace-harmonize.

The World natural disasters became quantum in size,

It ravaged, it plagued us, long life it denies.

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The financial recession continues to capitalize,

On our vast spending culture, so we could economize.

In Nigeria, the people criticize and despise,

It’s leadership for what’s seen as it’s oversize lies.

Twas a year that was loaded; Twas a year to revise,

Twas a year where insurgents were well on the rise,

And they roamed in the North East with explosive device.

Wow, 2013 really was a year characterized!

Forlorn Poor Nigeria, Our Motherland’s worn,

She’s at present existing on a calm before the storm.

Thy helm is deformed and corruption’s thy norm.

Thy form is a thorn and thy children thus mourn.

Thy quest to reform is adorned with much scorn.

Thy brethren thus warn, they just want to reform.

Lest thy leaders transform and at last do perform.

Conform dear Nigerians, our motherlands warn.

In this New Year Nigeria, we pray, be reborn.

The crux of the dismay Nigerians display today,

Is not in one cache, there’s a large dossier.

For starters the government does fail to portray,

Itself in a fray, where it’s people could obey.

As most are suffering, those in government stray,

They continue to spray vast money bouquets,

Stay in expensive chalets, have buffets and soirees

While the poor remain poor, Oh it’s such a cliché!

The gap between elite and mass does increase every day

And it’s hard for me to convey in this quite brief essay.

An example, for one, is the Malabu Oil foul play

Where certain officials have stolen billions away.

The elections in Anambra was a rigging harangue.

Peter Obi was treated like some rare Faberge,

He seemed most determined and poised to betray,

The people of Anambra and steal their votes away.

Then who can forget the shocking resume,

Of ASUU strike and our schools’ constant decay?

In our country there’s no color, our lives are just grey.

There’s no light, there’s no fuel and it’s just not okay.

Not a word from our President, not one communiqué.

Nigeria is desperate for some sunshine…, if only a ray.

Forlorn Poor Nigeria, Our Motherland’s worn,

She’s at present existing on a calm before the storm.

Thy helm is deformed and corruption’s thy norm.

Thy form is a thorn and thy children thus mourn.

Thy quest to reform is adorned with much scorn.

Thy brethren thus warn, they just want to reform.

Lest thy leaders transform and at last do perform.

Conform dear Nigerians, our motherlands warn.

In this New Year Nigeria, we pray, be reborn.

The aggravation in relation to the Premiere’s duration,

Has led to vilification by the Nigerian congregation.

This constant confrontation of power rotation,

Should not be an affirmation for stark discrimination.

Because despite our location, no one has dictation,

On the cremation of a nation with our kind of foundation.

The desperation expressed by some of the population,

Should be the concentration of backing the right man for the nation.

In my humble opinion, Fashola is the best for the station.

His aspiration will be the solution for Nigeria’s salvation.

But we must stop the sensation of ethnic citation.

It causes aberration, damnation and frustration.

Nigeria has much for ovation and celebration.

We’re a mishmash of sorts that make our Confederation.

From my personal notion, as I travel trough my nation.

Its beauty mesmerizes me; I’m never lost in translation.

I’m proud to belong to the very plantation,

Of a land that has various tribes in narration.

As the world becomes a global village in flotation,

It’s sad that, as people, we have self-condemnation.

However in consideration, of the millions in starvation,

Let’s pray for affection, salvation and restoration.

Forlorn Poor Nigeria, Our Motherland’s worn,

She’s at present existing on a calm before the storm.

Thy helm is deformed and corruption’s thy norm.

Thy form is a thorn and thy children thus mourn.

Thy quest to reform is adorned with much scorn.

Thy brethren thus warn, they just want to reform.

Lest thy leaders transform and at last do perform.

Conform dear Nigerians, our motherlands warn.

In this New Year Nigeria, we pray, be reborn.

As we face a new frontier in this baby New Year,

I urge all Nigerians to adhere to volunteer

To steer and be near what is good and sincere.

To cheer for our nation, so it can persevere.

The smear of Nigeria has been quite severe.

We are known as the scamming and 419 pioneer.

To add insult to injury, it does thus appear,

Our nation has been added to the terrorism sphere.

Dear fellows, dear comrades, Nigerians far and near,

Don’t tear up, let’s gear up, let’s be austere, and let’s cheer.

Let’s fight for our nation, without favor, without fear.

Let’s clear misconceptions and make them disappear.

From the North to the South and the middle; front and rear,

Nigerian’s are one, we are peer, and none should domineer.

Our Motherland is warn, we must conform Nigerian’s dear.

I auctioneer this one message as wish you a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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