THE OIL CURSE, REVERSING.

… by Poetic Tee, “Here, take a sp”

Oil

Is it a blessing or a curse?

Since its birth, the rising sun dips on

As affects many, it has shackled us too

Just by mere indulgence, we’re stained

But we must hibernate that knowledge

Of onerous reliance upon the black gold

Create an alternative means of livelihood

Put all our eggs in one basket, we mustn’t

Drink from only one river source, no more.

We need set sail like Marko Polo of old

Only after we've read our navigation tools

Do we recall of oil in the traumatized nation

In fact, let's clean up the Niger Deltan shores

Turn the beaches to white gold, of pure sands

Receiving kisses of seduction by macho waves

Envied by the cool ocean breeze, full of desires

Decorated of sea shells, palm trees, footprints

Tourists attracted by cultures, clean mermaids

Of Ogoni, Kalabari, Nembe and Ikwere origins

Okrikas, Bonis, Ijaws in traditionally regaliae

Dance to delight, as sweet music fills the air

Serving Edikaikong, Banga soups, Starch

Tapioca course, shrimps on coconut rice

Water to drink, wash, bath and swim.

A nation comes to life, finally free

Free from chains and chills

Free from stains of spills

Free sailing the winds.

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