WE MISS OUR DARKNESS

54 years of running, Right from the womb We smell darkness. To others, we shoved our spade Giving sands of brightness Yet our world knows it not. Electricity cost more than love, Changing names All too vain. Rainfall! A prayer we dare not say, Because all months in darkness we will live, Yet our bills we pay. Our sky becomes harsh; A product of our gasoline plants. Customers are always right; Not with our power holder Yet bills keep going higher. Just like the sun Our power is timed, Abnormality, this is our Normality. When power stays so long We cry like is not our right Take it away we say We won’t love the consequences, Maybe at 105 We will raise our hands high. I will love to live in a Nigeria Where we will all say “we miss our darkness”.