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#

Comments

DREAMS OF A perfect FAMILY VANDALISED BY A FAKE IFA PRIEST

Who is man to God? Who is God to man How much distance do our prayers cover by land? In relation to our circumstances and time What does man think of what he sees? And what does God see of what man thinks Emmanuel; God with us But Immanuel on Alakija Street is having spiritual blurred visions On a trip to the priest to inquire of what the future holds, Inheriting gold and paying exceedingly half its worth to verify if it’s gold The tales of Alamu the one with the gift of palmistry Brothers killed brothers, Because the other has been identified to be, The one who will inherit the gift of the fathers, Which of my kids shall be successful? Answers of which the priest shall deliver A gift of wine, a gift of hen, The fake priest gets fatter, Worshipers of the deity that sip champagne and eat gizzards Whilst living off the believers hazard Your mother is a witch Your sister is the glitch Until your siblings die your lineage shall not succeed, These priests we...

MAY YOUR ROAD BE ROUGH By Tai Solarin, Jan. 1, 1964

I am not cursing you; I am wishing you what I wish myself every year. I therefore repeat, may you have a hard time this year, may there be plenty of troubles for you this year! If you are not so sure what you should say back, why not just say, ‘Same to you’? I ask for no more. Our successes are conditioned by the amount of risk we are ready to take. Earlier on today I visited a local farmer about three miles from where I live. He could not have been more than fifty-five, but he said he was already too old to farm vigorously. He still suffered, he said, from the physical energy he displayed as a farmer in his younger days. Around his hut were two pepper bushes. There were kokoyams growing round him. There were snail shells which had given him meat. There must have been more around the banana trees I saw. He hardly ever went to town to buy things. He was self-sufficient. The car or the bus, the television or the telephone, the newspaper, Vietnam or Red China were nothing to ...

TAPOTI By: Mao Zedong

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, indigo: Who is dancing with these rainbow colours in the sky? Air after rain, slanting sun: mountains and passes turning blue in each changing moment. Fierce battles that year: bullet holes in village walls. These mountains so decorated, look even more beautiful today. Artwork via: Forbes

OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

Search This Blog