The Igbo tribe is a bight
Larger than the wildest bay
The Hausa tribe is a bight
Wilder than the largest gulf,
The Yoruba’s are also a bight
Deeper than the deepest depth.
There are other tribes in dark
Clamoring for a torch of light.
Why engage in a bloody fight
When it is not solely right.
We are of several statutory parts
Dried and hot, warming paths,
Of the coastline and River lives;
But the militants are talking knives.
Oil boom has its twist and turns
Diversity slams a bight of elbows
Economically, broken are our jaws
Inciting war of uncommon laws.
I understand you are bothered
About broken promises altered
Hey come sit around the fire
Let’s make of sticks a broom desire.
Note, for this coast to be stronger
Dialogue is all we need, my brother.
Dialogue coupled with willingness of the people to maintain peace and avoid corruptible ways of doing things. This will bring change to a bleeding nation
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Wow! Nice one Naana, you are on point. Are you a Nigerian?
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I’m a full-blooded Ghanaian.
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We are relatives (Nigeria/Ghana?)
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Lol. Of course! It’s the jollof battle that distinguishes.
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Hehehehehe… Rice is rice at the end.
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Apt!
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True and captivating read. It is very sad that we do not learn from previous mistakes
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Most times experience is not the best teacher.
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I really believe in the message of this poem! Dialogue is all we need.
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Oh yes… @TJ
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Love this! Truly all that is needed is dialogue
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Sure. Thanks for reading
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Great poem.
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Sure, we can avoid destruction only by dialogue
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