Written by Hassan Usman
I was asked:
How do you not stop loving your country
After freedom becomes a fallacy?
How do your feelings for your fatherland
Not die like the figs in Autumn?
What believe do you carry for a nation
Where the stars are wilted, the sun is unrisen,
And dawns are devoid of cocks’ crow
But doves with coo-like dirges.
How do you picture hatred that will shapeshift
Into love, and wars unwrapping into peace?
How will an Arewa sleep at a Biafran’s home
And not cease to breath
Or dine with a Yoruba without pushing death into his mouth?
What heart do you use to pump affection towards a land
That slayed your brothers for airing a revolution?
What spell stole your sight
From seeing a failed state?
I’m entrapped by hope.