Do you believe in Nigeria?

As you read this, I am in one of Nigeria’s prestigious University, 

Sitting at the right side of a post-graduate room 

At the right wing of a post-graduate hall listening with my left ear. 

It’s a conglomerate of post-graduate students

Who should be reading, 

As with the sadly and truly standard of power,
 There’s no light so they are vainly ‘gisting’. 

The door keeps oscillating creakily about its hinges

With slams and bangs as some walk in and out of the room;
Nonetheless, numerically, we are not less than half a dozen.

Guess what the conversation about? Nigeria!
I can hardly hear anything outside this frenzied noise 

And what I can make of all these 

Is the question “is there hope for Nigeria?”, or should I say, “…Nigerians!”
The religious soppiness, tribal brawls, partisan interests,

Societal compulsions, et al, which surrounds 

Their various opinion storms my mental sanity- badly! 

The rowdy communique loosely projects that they do NOT belief in Nigeria (which is actually no problem) 

I’m only left to wonder why they pay this serious sacrifices 

Of dillydallying in the squally experiences 

Of ‘school’ without a hope of tomorrow, 

Not even a validity in the unseen credentials 

That keeps them reading under faints shadows 

Of phone torchlight within mosquito infested rooms. 

I truly agree with them that Nigeria is in a bad, no, scratch that, in a very bad shape.

I cannot write beyond this point (I don’t wish too either), 

But then, do you believe in Nigeria?

SEYIFUNMI Adebote