Pray for Nigeria By: E. D. Oghre

I live in a very special country
It can be really annoying sometimes but i love it.

Nigeria is full of problems
We fight poverty, corruption, sickness and all kinds of terrible things
But as we say
"MAN MUST SURVIVE"
My mum jokingly says *sickness no dey kill black man*
But it seems that we have found something that kills "black man"
And that is the gun.

I have a friend on facebook, everyday he posts things about how Nigerians are oppressing the igbos and that igbos need their freedom
I have another friend, who wrote a nice piece condemning the violence in the east and a Lot of people condemned her for it.
I heard about what happened in Aba yesterday and I felt like crying.

Nigeria is falling apart
My beloved country is dying
I wasn't alive during the last war,
But I read about it in Chimamanda's half of a yellow sun
and i have also heard stories about it
I don't want to face war.

So i beg all of you
Both my igbo brothers and my fellow Nigerians
Drop your arms and let us talk like men
War destroys
Violence is never the answer
Please do anything possible to avoid the war
I am begging.

I can't imagine living life like that
Where losing our fathers and brothers becomes the order of the day
Where our mothers and sisters are kidnapped and raped
Where i will fight my friend from school
Just because we are from different tribes
No please i don't want war.

So i beg you
Please drop your arms
Let us talk like men
War is not an option.

And to everyone reading this
Pray for Nigeria
Pray to whatever you believe in
But just pray for our country
I love my country
And i don't want to see it burn
So i beg you
Please.

*PRAY FOR NIGERIA*

From a concerned Nigerian
*E. D. Oghre*

#PRAY FOR NIGERIA#
#WE DON'T WANT WAR#

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