I knew you back in the day;
You were a haven for tourists
The nation’s epitome of beauty
The celebration of culture and values,
And did all not love you?
Who touched the tiger’s tail?
That You now boil like lava!?
Mothers search for suckling children,
Fathers seek abducted daughters;
All live in fear, danger lurks in secret places,
And we can’t gather to seek His face!
And we cry, seeking to be Jostified!
Written by: Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.