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In gloom we have lived for years,

in perpetual poverty, we breathe.

The weight of the head is sinking the neck,

what do we do?

The politicians who have 

dedicated their lives to

live off the sweat of the citizens

to enrich their families, what do we do to them?

Ailing giant, what do we do?

Injured soldier, when do we start the war,

against the locust that has invaded your fields

and caused hunger for your people?

Dear Nigeria, what's the way forward now?.

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Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.