the rape of a nation

[october 1st marks nigeria's 49th year of independence...as proud as i am to rep the green and white, i wish i had more of a reason to celebrate. happy 49th, nigeria. may the next years bring you growth and development.]



she was a strong african woman in each and every way
till one day
she was forced to bend over
and comply to the demands of the man
who chose to take over...
t-t-t-twisting and turning her body
like silly putty
in the hands of a toddler to fit the mold he created for that moment.

he used his power to force his manliness
inside each crevice,
stripping her native clothing
exposing
succulent hips kept to birth to
generations.

denied.

for in his eyes he was
god
and enforced damnation:
ejaculation of millions of
possibilities
to forever ruin her life,
creating years of struggle and strife
because he had power
and she was naive

and that was the rape of my country.

49 years later
she lays trapped in an endeavor to make herself better
mentally.

holding on by dear life
boxing against
internal strife,
she fights with herself consistently.

i hope one day i can
grab the wrists of the fists she uses against her
so none of this will occur
in the future.
"arise o compatriots, nigeria's call obey"
and with each and every day
i pray that we
as a nation
could reunite and save her from herself.

i pray.