Nigeria: A dance club

 It is raining again, like the first time, the heaven's shall fulfill their promises.
It is raining again, only much colder, what good is punishment , if it teaches no lessons?
The key turn in the door, then out they come, sweet voices of leadership, singing again, the old songs of politics,ogabzino

All in the name of leadership,
the old songs they sing, making an instant microcosm of their image,
but, soon violence is their watchword,
hog hockey players,
but they the looser, do they really learn? What good is punishment, if it teaches no lessons?
It is time to spread the news home and abroad, that the wine we drank was poison, we drank in fear, though we fear to drink. That those we were told had no shoes, those we were told went through hard time and understood the harsh realities of suffering, that when they rise to power, will govern with a human face, that those for whom under scorching sun we our ballot cast, empty vessels of no consequence have they proved to be.
They that in the morning are saintly appeared are in the evening monstrous and villainous.
Over 71 people were maimed at Nyanya Bus park and several injured, over 100 female students abducted and traceless, people are dying, terrorist in the land, highest rate of unemployment anyone can think of, so much suffering in the land.....Yet Mr. President and his co travelers were pictured dancing to welcome a former governor in Kano, Ibrahim Shekarau, for defecting from APC to the Peoples Democratic Party a day after the bomb blast, few days after the abduction of the secondary schools girls.
A lot has been written and said about Nigeria....how long are we going to continue to be on lookers, fold our hands and watch the gradual collapse of our country called NIGERIA.