If the Country is a Book

Hello friends…

I AM Juliet Nnaji… your anchor on this journey…

I have always been one of the most growth-driven humans I have ever known. I have never ceased in improving my writing, and developing a unique literary style.

Writing has always been a passion of mine, and being able to turn it into a fulfilling career would be one of my greatest achievements.

One of my goals for 2020 was to have a site where I can not only share my works, but connect with other writers, poets, and lovers of the art.

Poetry in motion is one way of creating this community; a place where I can put 
Pure picturesque words
On-screen to
Express the eclectic
thoughts of Everyone
Right to
Your hearts

My passion birthed this journey.

Thank you for wanting to go on it with me.

Read on to learn more about this archive and feel free to contact me. I would love to hear from you as we create an Archive of memories…

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If the Country is a Book

AS I woke up this morning
And saw repeated news with changed scenes
Words and translated speeches
I realised the country is a book

Yes the books we don’t find interesting to read
The cliches of failures by men of the past
The sworn oath to turn everything into new leaf
But oh my God its so dire
And easily are they drawn into its vicious cycle
Caged by power to dispense more pain

Still they preach peace to our faces
Endorsing wars behind closed doors and cameras
Like our pains of woes is not a big deal

Chapter one
NATURAL RESOURCES
This country was made on a Sunday
With agrobased industries, oil revenues, tourist centers, delightful cuisines and pulchritude women
To mention but a few

Yet it saddens hearts that all are going down the drain daily as we no longer boast about them anymore

Chapter two
CORRUPTION
The latest epidemic
More deadly than HIV, Ebola, Lassa fever, Tuta absoluta, Corona,
Eating the people, looting the nation

Still the people in this book
The you and I
Taught to point fingers when hooked
Not cowards only shy
Say corruption chokes yet breath it
Say it kills yet breed it

And there were rainbow’s on roads
The day it tried to leave but forced back inside
Because money the virus was accepted without objections

Chapter three
THE MEN AT THE HELM
Everyone points at Mr. President
He blessed our tummies with six packs from lacks
But everyone failed to see
The nation could no longer stand the inflation brought about through greed and political capitulation
By the men at the helm
Looting us from our pockets even with our eyes wide open

Power is a game to share the money
Then comes the slogan of change
The same players here were there yesterday

Chapter four
FAKE IDENTITIES
A lot of trollings, killings, barbs and fights
Instigated by fools paid peanuts to sell their birth rights
When they are supposed to work together in being secular after great men faught to speak words of freedom

As I dropped the book
Because I got tired of hearing
Get your PVC
It would end all the hidden secrecies

Like it was a shortcut to helping the Country when we knew the change was in our hearts

IF THE COUNTRY IS A BOOK
And you are told to rewrite its story
How long would you make our dream of dawn into reality
By being the change our hearts longs for

Or is helping this country
As useless as looking for information on a wiped hardware?

©Juliet Nnaji