NAIJA KREATIVES

In Nigeria, we don't have light. Common sense is trampled upon and thrown into the bin So that  to pick it up or wash and iron it's rumpled shirt, there's no light to do the laundry Only a fire that burns to ashes. It hurts. I come from a land of the night Where vision has lost its sight No human rights or a sense of what is right No hope to rewrite our poverty streaked plight. This is where darkness reigns And tears are the rains that water our crops When pain triggers it to drop Our children carry their dreams in bowls of darkness Chanting up Nepa up nepa A prayer to the man upstairs to send us LIGHT at least for a WHILE I come from a land of many churches Where we ride on as pretended horses Lying lazily on lonely lanes and street corners  With a huge cross mounting our centres Blind folded men of God running helter skelter to raise money for generators Because there is no power to the microphones that blare the good news They do not mind ...