It sounds poetic
And I have respect for literature
But the idea is another mirage
Because it can never be magical
That Nigeria should suddenly belong
Among the twenty most developed Nations
Just at the dawn of the year 2020
A futile search for intelligible roadmap
But frustration saluted me more than many times
I sat down in the middle of nowhere, wept and cried
What are we doing to ourselves?
Why do we forget to think about future?
Policy summersaults, leaders without visions
And still our hope hangs on to the magic 2020
Nigeria at fifty but yet still filthy
The far roads to development getting worse
In the innermost secret of conscience
Some leaders know how to right the wrong
But alas! One big obstacle is corruption
All but mere lip services to national lifelines
Yet they invest our hope in the magic 2020
Vision without mission, no power for industries
Agriculture is old fashion; oil is in Niger-Delta
Steel industry to stimulate industrial revolution
Far back dead in the lonely wild forest of Ajeokuta
Railways only remind us of our grandfathers’ youthful days
While we all sojourns in poverty, no magnitude, no direction
And still dream about the ultimate magic 2020
Is anything wrong with Nigerian minds?
Why can’t we get things right for once?
Why is development constantly eluding us?
While we watch the world moving on a fast lane
some say we are happy, indeed the happiest people
Like the people in Plato’s allegory of the cave
who never knew the meaning of light.
(This poem was written on 1st October, 2010)