Dear Mother Nigeria,
I bear grave news
News that has traveled and reached the leafy ears of Mother Nature
I bring it to you before you hear it from the whispers of the wind
Or from the walls that gossip
Your children have gone astray
Your sons have defiled the nations
While your daughters turn their eyes inside out
They have lusted for confidence in the wrong way
And brought shame to the land.
They have fed their mouths with the meat of our ancestors
While the ancestors wail
Wallowing and screaming in their graves
Mother Nigeria
They come
They will soon come
Come to punish the sinners
The sinners of the land
But I fear
They will punish the innocent as well
The ones who have tilled the soil
Your daughters who have cared for you
Washed your back when you couldn’t
Fed your mouth with kindness
Your sons who have graced your feet with pearls and gems
And crowned you with diligence
I appeal they not be punished
I appeal that you redeem the sinners
Forgive them of their sins
Appease the ancestors with your grace
But teach the sinners a lesson
A lesson
Retribution comes with a price
Comfort the innocent
Do not let them be anxious
Hold them in your hands
Labor yields fruit
I hope this letter reaches you in good health
From your diasporic daughter.
