I pray for you I dream of you I haven’t forgotten the land of my youth, fertility and wealth I left you during the20th century Salaries were three months overdue Education was not free, still not free I haven’t forgotten the land of my forefathers, culture and tradition I once saw you in glory Before that cloud of Biafra War broke you Leaving the ugly spirits of poverty, greed and disunity I haven’t forgotten the land of my upbringing, family and memories I once enjoyed electricity and water Before corruption turned these to darkness and dryness Artificial blackout and drought I haven’t forgotten the land of my dreams, desires and devotions I once enjoyed good roads Before corruption turned them to death gullies Untarred bumpy roads and hours of holdup I haven’t forgotten the land of my garden, farms and neighbours I left when you had become destitute Daily living and feeding a struggle You couldn’t feed, clothe or care for your own I haven’t forgotten the land of my dogs, cats and chickens In the dark years of lack You broke me on every side It was hard watching family famishing I learnt to beg, borrow and be brave I haven’t forgotten the land of my hope, my desires and prayers You bred thugs, occultists, rogues and murderers In your chaotic system I couldn’t bear the hatred, disunity and discouragement I had to flee to a haven of safety I haven’t forgotten the land of my faith created by God I still think of you in my thoughts I still remember you in my memory I still love you in my heart I still pray for you
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