WHO WILL LOVE NIGERIA?

 

Who will love Nigeria...

When her rivers carry tears instead of dreams? When the soil that should feed generations has become a witness to abandoned promises.

Who... will love Nigeria?

Who will hold her when her children are forced to become strangers in search of dignity?

Who will love Nigeria when the treasury is treated like a private inheritance, and the wealth of millions is hidden in the pockets of a privileged few?

Who will love Nigeria when corruption is no longer whispered, but celebrated? When integrity is mocked and greed is rewarded with sirens, motorcades, and applause?

Who will love Nigeria?

The teacher teaches without hope. The doctor treats without equipment. The farmer plants without security. The graduate dreams without opportunity.

Yet... we keep asking the poor to be patient.

Patient with empty plates.

Patient with broken hospitals.

Patient with collapsing schools.

Patient with roads that swallow lives.

Patient... while billions disappear without explanation.

Who will love Nigeria?

When extortion wears a uniform.

When justice has a price tag.

When the innocent must pay for what the guilty continue to enjoy.

Who will love Nigeria when institutions that should protect us become walls that shut us out?

When electricity comes like a visitor in haste to leave.

When clean water becomes a luxury.

When infrastructure crumbles like forgotten memories.

Who will love Nigeria?

Not the politician who remembers the people only during elections.

Not the contractor who builds roads that surrender to the first rainfall.

Not the official who signs away tomorrow for today's gratification.

Who will love Nigeria?

Perhaps... it begins with us.

With the citizen who refuses to sell his conscience.

With the mother who teaches honesty before success.

With the father who chooses integrity over illegal wealth.

With the youth who believes that influence is not measured by stolen riches, but by transformed lives.

Nigeria...

You are bruised, but not buried.

Wounded, but not without hope.

Your greatness has not disappeared; it has merely been imprisoned by selfishness.

One day, I pray:

 Leadership becomes service again.

Power becomes responsibility.

Public office becomes public trust.

Our diversity becomes our strength, putting an end to decades of division.

Until then, we will keep asking...

Who will love Nigeria?

Will it be the child who still sings the anthem with conviction?

Will it be the woman who refuses to compromise her integrity?

Will it be the young man who says, "I will not join them; I will change the story."

Or...

Will it be you?

Because nations are not rescued by speeches alone.

They are rebuilt by citizens who choose conscience over convenience, service over selfishness, and hope over despair.

So I ask again:

Who...

Who...

Who...

Will love Nigeria?

May the answer echoed from most hearts...

Be, "I will."

© PoetonicElla