In ambivalence’s embrace, a nation’s uncertainty mourns.
Oh God! The people’s prayers plead for my country’s rise!
Betting on divine intervention, though shaky,
Enveloping the people with the will of the Sea!
Falling on the Tropics by the Equator:
Armed with national resolve, steadfast in courage and conviction;
Striving against indolence to obliterate the candid air;
Bound to an elusive destination.
Time, the hope through which I lament;
Hope is the luxury bought in anticipation;
Anticipation is the prayer aged and scarred by misery,
Gazing from east to west with our impediments.
A land rich in deep treasures and buried souls,
Along her path, the children were soldiers;
Blessed with the silent kisses of a solemn soul;
After independence, the expectant air becomes a soldier.
Isn’t it time to circle our souls and test them?
Ask the leadership if they possess souls;
Beneath that fragile promise to serve,
Appearances demand to see the results.
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Copyright © 2025 Chris Chinwe Ulasi
♦ Chris Chinwe Ulasi, Professor of Media and Communication, is on the Editorial Board of the West African Pilot News.
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