I LEARNT THEIR’S A NEW GOAL; SO WHAT’S YOURS?

Lately; It dawned on me; the redefinition of our set goals

Our target to scale through the wide gloom

To fight for the rebirth of our esteemed values

The struggle to rebuild the broken wall of our Nubian Virtues

What we were originally known for.

Sailing through the stormy sea to the safe harbour

We had a compass, howbeit; the pirates amongst us drowned it through the hole of evil intention.

Now our goals; the scrolls that held the great virtues we highly extolled

Have been manipulated!

Adulterated!

Yes; dilapidated!!!!

I can’t imagine; that from diligence and focus, our young; have become fans of quick cash and shortcuts

The goal is to get a full bag, many at a go; full of dough

I heard of this one; that 10 bottles to wipe away your sorrow has now become a goal

Or that you; perpetuating the immoral at the corner; infact, has been tagged a beautiful public show

Ooooh! Would you listen to nay – Sayers?

Who tells you to score a goal; into the net of teenage pregnancy?

Or to strike a shot into drunkenness

The pursuit after Worldliness

Or they propose to you; Violence

They tell you to embrace it

That it pulls you out of loneliness, shyness

It makes you hot in town

So others won’t see you as a clown

Hear; the cry of the infants

Look; The despair of our homes

Ourinefficiencies; waits for you to take up the staff of efficiency and responsibility

The hopeless needs your focus, from your strength they long to find a better world

Our industries needs your tenacity

Our Virtues, Morals; can’t speak anymore; they need your Audacity

The Goals of our Society

The Thirst that fills her throat

The weeping of her eyes;

Is rebirth; to strive for goals that bring Africa back on her feets!

Bolaji Olaniba (2018)

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