Once upon Nigeria!
Hips swaying in rhythmic steps and beats,
She glows in apparel of beauty
and wears creativity as a crown.
She is culture!
She is language!
She wears diversity that speaks oneness.
She is the ‘Bawoni’ that cares,
The ‘Odinma’ that affirms
and the ‘Nagode’ that appreciates.

She is good food!
The ‘Egusi soup and fufu’
that romances your taste buds
and lures your appetite to fall helplessly in love.
The ‘Amala and Ewedu’ that creates a muse
and the’ tuwo shinkafa’ that spells vitality.
Nigeria is our home!
Rich in cultures beyond imaginations.
Her womb births treasures of gold, oil, iron ore, and more.
Nigeria is an unquantifiable beauty!

To die or to live
Which makes freer?
Dreams are road maps to our promised land,
But what happens when those dreams
become haunting nightmares?
Where do you go when home no longer feels like home?
Today, our dreams are shot down
by missiles of greed and bad leadership.
Our hopes, choked with suffocating promises that die before they live.
Nigeria today is a nightmare dressed like a day-dream.

Hunger and injustice is our next door neighbor.
Daily, we gulp down the morsels of our opinions alone because no one sees it as palatable enough to be served.
Every man is a soldier in this battlefield called Nigeria.
We Fight for our lives
Because the new slogan reads, “survival of the fittest!”
If I had a single wish,
I would wish for a time machine
To go back in time to that Nigeria were my dreams as a little girl bloomed like a beautiful flower and our cultures stood out.

If only wishes were horses!

Esther Kalu
Esther Kalu Ndidi also known as Rukenny is budding poet, short story writer, content writer, freelance writer and journalist who explores her love for writing with the scribbles from her heart, with the aim of impacting positive change. She is a student of Mass Communication in Yaba College of Technology, Lagos. Esther blogs at Rukenny's Secrets.