The Nigerian Story | Olakunle Simisola

// I could go on and on about the bravery from the ages past. // How we fought for our freedom only to be held captive by ourselves.//

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The hero we hailed. // The history we upheld. // A mother we loved. // A father we emulated. // Our pride, our origin. // A God we served. // I could go on and on about the bravery from the ages past. // How we fought for our freedom only to be held captive by ourselves. // I could write on and on about our heroes, // the wars they fought and how at the end we regretted our courage, // and wished we remained in captive and chains. // I could talk about our laughter, how we danced on and on for months, // only to die by the swords we once used to win this war. // I can hear the wails of mothers, // the greatest mother as she carries the body of her upspring // I can hear her wails from miles away, // her hopes dashing with the strong whirlwind. // I can still hear her sobs, crying for her children, // crying for their freedom. // I can hear her silence, her soliloquy loud in my ears. // I can see her wet face, as each tear breaks her heart into mazes. // I can feel her pain, her stained hands wiping down her wrapper. // Nigeria is in pain. // Our country is in pain // A mother is in pain, and her children wails.

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Name: Olakunle Simisola Hevlen

Pen name: Adelynn