The Nigerian Scream.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

She screamed.

Not because she had a nightmare or slipped.
Not because she was injured or weak.
Not because of her limits or needs.

Yet in the cold of the night she screamed.

Not because she was in slavery or free.
Not because of the shackles or bricks.
Not in fear of the electric chair or whips.

Yet in the cold of the night, she screamed.

Not ashamed of her melanin or resources.
Not because she was tagged with corruption.
Not because of her beauty and perfect sense of exhilaration.

Yet in the cold of the night, she screamed.

Not because she lived in the western equatorial region.
Or in fear of becoming redundant in the African continent.
Neither because she became the poverty capital of the planet.

Yet in the cold of the night, she screamed.

Because she felt cheated and unpleasantly robbed.
Her precious natural resources were stolen and gone.
And because the perpetrators left her poor.
She woke in tears in the cold of the night and she screamed.

Because she was happy and peaceful, accepting the world.
Yet civil wars, national crimes and shed of innocent blood,
Negligence from the nation's government on her dearly beloved.
Awake her in the cold of the night and she screamed.

A land endowned with milk, honey and greener pastures.
Africa's delight filled with multiple traditions.
The Hausas, Igbos, Yorubas and several others.
Left her in thought in the cold of the night and she screamed.

We don't just preach the change, we live it.
Stopping all fraudulent act and irrational killings.
Striving to be a quintessence in diverse countries.
Will one day make her compatriots proud, halting the Nigerian scream.