MOTHERLAND

MOTHERLAND

I lingered to pen this, but how else would succour be gotten if the ills bedevilling her be untold?

My Motherland.

Heat pervades her and her wind is often at standstill.

She beclouds my awareness and my insightful thoughts were blurred.

Mediocrity reigns in her, bolstered by tribal, religious, age and sexual biases.

Forget the hype about her improved power; blackout is still the order of her day-

Noises from gen-sets causing mental havoc.

We walked with 2 mobile phones, often dual sim, as her networks are unpredictable.

Her Internet perpetually slow, vehicle traffic jam a miniature of hell.

Building fabrics and public roads all in comatose.

She is an ecosystem for survival of the fittest where the physically, emotionally and spiritually disabled are trampled and relegated.

Hypes about spiritual contentions are rampantly felt.

But negative forces seem to me to be gaining more grounds.

In Motherland nothing is secure.

Nerves wrecked even at hands traveling to pocket checking often for phone and wallet.

A warlike arena where fear rules.

Yet in her spite, I beheld some budding hopes.

Budding hopes at the spate of land developments in her towns and cities.

Budding hopes seeing average families possess mobile phones with internet; pay TV to connect cultures; bore holes for readied water and gensets for power generation.

Budding hopes at the deep political consciousness and sensitivity of her populace.

Budding hopes for the gift of spiritual houses giving the poor glimmers of hope.

We may say much of her ills, this mother that brought us forth.

But until we join in curing her ailments and boosting her hopes

Shall our destiny be eternally settled

From this land I was begotten

She brought me forth amidst work and toil

And I shall forever be faithful at the work of her prosperity.

Mother, poor dear Motherland.