INHERITED BY AN INHERITANCE!!!

Many a nation bequeath progress to generations; even unborn

Many congresses of men, a gathering of purpose and course for development

But for one; a gathering of plunderers in disguise of political officials

Men who are proceeds of dribbling correct political measures and processes

They adorn themselves with Agbadas, saris and suit sitting without purpose in our political suites

They receive from the common good, the common struggle, but they will never extend a hand of social brotherhood

Today a billion has gone missing, tomorrow a trillion has been kidnapped by the animal kingdom

Hmm! Cartoons!

Even the unborn clamors en - route; driver! Please, Nigeria not!

The infant is in debt even the unborn of the Niger - area; their fathers have fattened themselves with the gains of national good for no good

Alas! What driver places his leg on the steering munching goodies while driving millions of people?

Surprising? Well that’s the Nigerian reality, the beast we got to battle with

The children of the soil have been sold, even before growing

Inherited by an inheritance!!!

A 100 billion dollar loan from the IMF or the World Bank or China; for massive social projects they claim

The next time we checked, it has been swallowed, hidden in various pockets, Ah!!!

Who will pay me back my loan? China wails, IMF claims, the World Bank agitates

Well the children know they’ve been sold out without ‘change’

Inherited by an inheritance!!!

This is a massive national ‘dis’ nevertheless we pray for ‘grace’

Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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