The Lady is Dead. A Tramp Lives


Nigeria is like a woman who has let her-self go with excuses of child-birth, busy schedule and so on and so forth.

We, the citizens are like the long suffering husband who married a hot, firm, tight bodied standard-cynosure-of-all-eyes babe that has morphed into a cold, cellulite-infested-stretch-mark-ridden, sub-standard hag.

Nigeria.

We still remember her laughter of so long ago and still see the memory of her once radiant smile now buried beneath jowls of chin fat and enlarged pores.

Nigeria

We remember that once firm ripe body that has now become saggy and bloated due to neglect.

Nigeria...

Nigeria.

NIGERIA!

A name that evokes strong emotions in us all.
We still have feelings for you, even if we look at you with thinly veiled disgust.

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