We wake every morning to new stories,
A story more enthralling than the one we kept to heart
When the power of sleep enveloped us.
From where do these stories emanate?
Triggering an eccentricity amongst us,
Making us lose balance‒ tackling matters faintly.
Is it these countless stories that dub us the name Nigeria?
The giant of Africa, yet the least in logicality.
These too many stories should have spun us to think,
Yet we lose focus, sapping our last breath.
Even this poem will last in your memory only for a few minutes,
And new stories shall come to clear them from your heart.
Chukwu Chinonso Ephraim is a 400–level student of Sociology and Anthropology, Obafemi Awolowo University. He hails from a remote community in Ebonyi State, was bred in Lagos, and has spent his life in Western Nigeria.
