A single concentric life
In the bossom of the hypocrisy of leadership.
I seek a hand to hold,
But you traced my spine
and made fragile the cords that binds it.
The staggering magnitude of corruption
Failed to forge a strong and united nation.

Everyday we died and lived.
Pandemonium, like mushroom pills,
Sprang at every corner.
The past blossoms in old memories
With hope to find solace in the present —
A story left unfinished.

Daily, we toil and wallow admist much yield,
Untapped resources at abandoned state.
Alas! Corrupt leaders at my fortune’s wheel,
Thinking the vices are hidden from public glare.

All you desire is my ruthless Identity!
Come close and see a child cowering behind vulnerability.
I wear my name in camouflage mask:
I am black and strong;
I am Nigeria.
@debbie Anyadike