Writers 
Nigeria's pregnant, her belly fill with big unfilled promises.
She waddles from year to year, from Independence to dependence, from hope to hospital.
Nigeria has been pregnant & refuses to give birth, her water broke many times & she holds it Inside.
Nigeria is pregnant with crude & hunger & her children eat dust.
Nigeria is pregnant with pastors & prayers.
Praying every morning & bleeding at night.
Nigeria is pregnant with graduates, first class with no jobs, masters holders driving keke & PhDs selling data.
Nigeria is pregnant with talent, afro beat in her womb.
Burna is kicking & Tems is crying.
But the labour room has no light.
Nigeria is pregnant with children, one hundred million children.
Some in IDP camps in Maiduguri while others begging in the street of Kano under the rain.
Nigeria is pregnant with power, yet we live in darkness & when NEPA takes the light, we light candles to a pregnant woman.
Nigeria is pregnant with laughter, we make memes our pains & we dance on our graves.
Nigeria is pregnant.
Her husband is corruption, he beats her every budget.
He says "I love you" in campaigns & forgets her after election.
And one day, one morning, Nigeria will finally give birth & we would name the child "future"
Future is coming, may tomorrow never becomes late.
