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Once upon a time,
Far away in the africa desert,
In the black land of agony concert,
There’s Nigeria, our nation.
Encapsulated by drama of the prisoners of the mind,
Tortured by the hands of colonial masters,
Living their lives through us.
We were never in the best of sense,
We never enjoyed our existence.
Under the heat of quizzical glare,
We saw a glorious reality, but yet unclear.
A fight for liberty was inevitable,
Strategies and plans laid on round table,
Male, female, young and old,
For the freedom fought; so i was told.
We won! Yes indeed we won!
Nigeria! We hail thee,
Our own dear native land.
Though tribe and tongue may differ,
In brotherhood we stand,
Singing praises of the one-in-three,
For the new glory and reality we now see.

-Adekanbi Ademola Michael

Nigeria needs You.



Nigeria my beloved,
Dear Nigeria,
The land of my father,
Nigeria, the dream of our heroes past and unsung.
Nigeria, a land of plenty.
The land of green field and black gold.
Nigeria, hope of Africa.
Nigeria, hope you are well?

I am worried about you, Nigeria.
I contemplate, if you achieved your dreams.
I had thought to write to you,
But I was confident on our last conversation.

What is this rumour I hear,
That you are in an economy recession,
Your children go to school on bear foot,
Oh! Nigeria, that your schools have no roof,
Radio says your child pick up food from dunghill,
I don’t see, but I heard about what Boko-haram has done in Chibok,
Dailies say corruption has destroyed and collapse your house and you are homeless now,
I am bittered and sad, but still treat this as a rumour.

I rhetorically question our last conversation,
Our dream, our vision, our aspiration, our hope….
Please, find time to write me and dispel all this rumour.

We dreamt of a land of justice, equity and equality.
We dreamt of a land of hope,
We dreamt of land of grandeur and excellence,
We dreamt of a land for all Africans,
A land of unity, faith and love,
A land united in strength and living in Peace,
A joy of the coming generation,
This our land, Nigeria!

How did you get here?
How did you turn rotten?
How did you become a shame?
How did you get into total and gross darkness?
How did you become a disappointment to us?

But we still believe in this dream,
But we still believe in this nation,
But we still believe in your potential,
But we still believe in this nation, Nigeria!
We still believe in Nigeria’s greatness.

But to achieve,
Nigeria needs you,
Nigeria needs you to think right,
Nigeria needs you to do right,
Nigeria needs you to love unconditionally,
Nigeria needs you to stand in and for truth,
Nigeria needs you to be a better driver,
Nigeria needs you to be a better conductor,
Nigeria needs you to be a better lawyer,
Nigeria needs you to be a better doctor,
Nigeria needs you to be a better Politician,
Nigeria needs you to be a better Youth,
Nigeria needs you to be a better father,
Nigeria needs you to be a better Mother,
Nigeria needs you to be a better teacher,
Nigeria needs you to be a better civil servant,
Nigeria needs you to be a better sweeper,
Nigeria needs you to be a better Leader,
Nigeria needs you to be a better role model,
Nigeria needs you to be a part of Nigeria,
Nigeria needs you to be a better Nigerian.

Then the future is near,
The vision will not tarry,
The hope will not differ,
And a great Nigeria is emerging,
Because Nigeria has you.

Happy 56th Independence day celebration to all Nigerians home and abroad

Poem written by Akinnike Michael Oluwatobiloba



I do not reply.

Not because I do not want to but because I do not remember. I force myself to. I try, but I cannot. It is a blur. I only remember in snatches.

Maybe I do not want to remember because it is too much. Too much for me. Too much for the others I left behind.

‘Leave her alone’ my mother rebukes my brother in Hausa. ‘ She is tired. And you too, go to bed’ My brother scurries away, his unending questions about the kidnapping hurrying out after him.

‘Hauwa are you..?’ she sits beside me

‘I’m okay Ma. I’m fine’ My mother worries too much about me since I arrived with the vigilante a few weeks back. I know she is supposed to, but perhaps I am not used to all the care and fuss after seven months of living in the bush.

She swallows. I can hear it, hijab and all.

‘Let me hold her’ She looks at me, as though unsure whether to give me my baby to hold, as though somehow she feels I am not able to mother a child, as though because she named my child, I had lost all motherly rights.

She eases the girl into my hands

‘Why did you name her Aisha?’ I never asked

‘Why didn’t you name her?’ She searches for answers in my eyes

I stare out ahead of me into the night. April 14 comes rushing back. All of it. The strangers filling our school, the kidnapping, the bundling into a truck, the journey to Sambisa. I do not want to remember.

I scream. My mother tries to hold Aisha for fear she would fall.

I push her away with more force than I think I have. I see shock or is it fear in her eyes, then she retreats into the house.

I squeeze my hands firmly around Aisha and weep. I had not named her because I did not know if I was going to keep her. I did not know if I was going to be able to restrain myself from smothering to death the baby that was an offspring of a terrorist, a constant reminder of Sambisa.

Yet tonight for some reason I want to hold her. I want to accept her. I want to look out at the starless night and think of how Aisha can have a life better than mine.

Tonight, I imagine a peaceful Nigeria, free of terrorism, disgruntled avengers, religious and socio-cultural violence. I imagine a place free of Boko Haram. I imagine Stella, Faith, Joy, Khadijat and all the other 200 of us safe at home.

In the past two months since I returned, there have been what-ifs, regrets, suicidal thoughts even. I would replay the night of April 14th and blame myself for not doing or for doing, for not being or being.


Tonight, things change. Tonight, I come out from behind the mirror and stand before it. Right in front. I take a look at myself and tell myself that the only way I can protect the future of Aisha and millions of other Nigerians who could be victims is to work for peace.

I do all of this with Aisha in my arms, under the starless night.

Together we can achieve a peaceful and sustainable world. #UBUNTU

There is no way to PEACE, PEACE is the only WAY.


Compiled by Adebayo Caleb for Young Protégé Leadership Foundation