Written by Kingsley PA Okoruwa
I am the son of a nobody!
I was told that tomorrow is mine,
but my tomorrow has been mortgaged before I could get to it.
Like a termite in the labyrinth of lost hope
I wallow in confusion wondering where my hope will come from…
So, today I found it.
I saw my hope riding like a king upon his chariot…
Decked with promises, aspiration, compassion, and the burden to fix what was broken.
So, I ran towards him!
I could be stopped, yet I ran.
I could fall down, but I ran.
I could be shot.., I know I won’t.
With my hands stretched out, wide-open
I ran towards him.
I couldn’t hug him, but hope hugged me… Faith kissed my chicks, and the pureness in his heart flowed from him to me when he cast his gaze upon me with such a beautiful smile
He didn’t say a word but all he said was heard …
I can hear him saying weep not child, your future won’t be stolen no more.
Hold steady my child, this victory is for you and every citizen.
The sun will rise again
You will walk in the rays of a beautiful sun.
I will make you proud before the comity of nations…
You will stand up tall and boldly say, I am a Nigerian.
I looked at him again and silently said.., so be it papa…
So be it!!
©Kingsley PA Okoruwa