It’s almost getting to a year that the State of Nigeria experienced what was referred to many as a “Black Night”. Till today, many Nigerians are yet to recover from that ordeal but it seems like time have passed and life goes on but the memories linger and hurts deeply especially for the percentage of those that lost dear ones on this very night.
This is just a subtle reminder that the fight of these ones have not been forgotten.
Immensely, I strive
Only to fall to a deprive
By the one who promised to protect
And tag me what I am not because of who I am
Walking the streets
Have given me fits
Not of strength
But of pain length
That has made me street-phobic
Am I suppose to relent?
And be bent?
By my own sanity
Because I live in prosperity
Who made you the watchdog of my success heights?
I was slapped by my boldness
Because my breakthrough became my weakness
Onto a path that preaches; “flashiness is evil”
When I am already faced with the devil
In uniforms still coloured black
If I sit
I get beat
If I stand
I get banned
Therefore I offend the system
Written by Unbreakable