Today, as Nigeria turns 50 loud
Rat-tat-tats ripped the air at midnight
Hundreds of them in quick succession
All over the neighborhood candles went out
In windows and
Mothers flung their children
Or in corners with raffia
Mats to shield them from
This who-knows-what obtrusion of the sleep
Of the poor
Is it sad or funny or just ironic that
While Some light the sky in celebration
Others cower in fear that
Death has come in form of coup
These sprigs of red
Green and yellow light spitting up into
Dark smoggy sky
And pouring down ash debris on the
Hungry masses below
Today, as Nigeria turns 50
We are one hour into Jubilee and it has started to rain.
Rain is pouring fresh
To water the land and soak the soil.
Keep pouring down
Soak our hearts! Create
Inroads in the dry places,
Find the forgotten places and rain down there!
Rain in every language
Every dialect. Tap-tap against the tin roofs
And thud-thud upon
Maybe the people will leave
Their cowering corners and come
Out and dance in the rain of Jubilee.
As Nigeria turns
The sun arises to a calm morning
The people wait in expectation
What will the new day bring?