With every sigh, I cry for my country
Like the national pledge says, I want to serve Nigeria with all my heart
More often now when I pray, it’s almost inevitable not to pray for my country
For how worthless the life of citizens have become to our government, I pray for a change
For what politics has become in my country, I pray for a revolution
For how dispassionate the citizens have become toward Nigeria, I pray for an awakening
With every news broadcast, I sigh.
When I sigh I cry, wondering if the prayers of the saints will be sufficient for our survival.
With every sigh, I cry for love
Once, a long time ago, my favourite word was love
I loved to love.
I loved to be loved.
I loved to be useful and considerate.
I wanted love so bad I pictured how the course of my life would run on those four letter word
And I was so sure I would attract love because I wanted it so much
But these days when I think of the love, I sigh
And when I sigh I cry, wondering if I will ever have it like I want it
With every sigh, I cry for the future
A future so vast and uncertain, it’s almost difficult to fathom what exactly is therein
Yet we know it held life before us and life will persist after we are gone
It isn’t dependent on how right or wrong we live,
Otherwise we would see the immediate consequence of every action
Yet we put in our hearts and soul to reap a better future
A world unknown, a world unsure, a world unreliable
With every sigh I cry, wondering what the future holds for me
