Mr. President, Poetry by Etinosa Victor Osai

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Genre: Society, Political

Mr. President

Basically I’m just and ordinary kid pursuing education

Living everyday with no motivation due to my country’s economic situation

Dollar bills going up and everybody’s loosing hope in the Nation

Parents cannot longer pay their children’s tuition

Families cannot even afford an expensive vacation

Our standards have depreciated and turned into business as usual for these politicians

Who have severally failed to put action into their given manifestos

People now cook their stew with no tomato

People now walk from Lekki to Ikeja because there is no petrol

Sick people now take herbs because they can no longer afford Panadol

What a country! Nigeria! I haven’t lost hope

I believe one day, our grass would become gold

Bribery and corruption would become old

And citizens could be bold to say, ‘I am Nigerian’

People would no longer say, ‘I cannot’ rather they would be saying…

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