e pluribus unum

07 Jan


Three voices in the wilderness.

Against The Rose they rose.

Their vision  to install direction to our collectve confusion


Drum beats!

Hear the rhythm of gloominess

Tears through our great land tears

Sacrfice in scores to the god of war yet he lurks craving for more.



Hearts full of covetousness

Wanton, fore’er wanting

Attacking in droves, packs of wolves,  plundering the open ground and even coves.


Until when?

When shall we say ‘back then’?

When shall we be freed from this lion’s den? From gluttonous eaters of flesh no longer content to steal with the pen?



A solo voice in the wilderness.

Rise Coctu Spectabilis, arise!

The fusion of vision; direction in confusion.

Collectively as one; disharmony and prejudice gone

Together we build a new Nigeria- e pluribus unum


Posted by on January 7, 2013 in Poetry


7 responses to “e pluribus unum

  1. akeemagali

    January 7, 2013 at 10:14 am

    Hmmn… 9ja- A country, out of many.

  2. Lordbanks (@MrBankole)

    January 7, 2013 at 10:24 am

    I sure hope this day comes

  3. wildeji

    January 7, 2013 at 12:57 pm

    i dey wait the day

  4. Tunde

    January 7, 2013 at 12:57 pm

    Hmmmmn, I pray we see this day very soon….I pray we stop magnifying and celebrating evil in the process while ignoring the good no matter how little it is….I pray we start celebrating and encouraging every step towards that freedom we seek….I pray we get more interested in what is done than who is doing it…..I pray we realise it does not have to be ‘me’ or ‘my people’……..I pray……..

  5. Damilare

    January 7, 2013 at 12:59 pm


  6. Noel Ihebuzor

    January 7, 2013 at 1:00 pm

    Beautiful, Abigail. The days of the beast and beasts are numbered – and soon, a new Naija will emerge.

  7. zebbook

    January 8, 2013 at 3:35 pm

    “When shall we be freed from this lion’s den?” When we realize that our freedom is left to us to fight for, when we understand that freedom has to be wrestled from the hands of the oppressor, when we stop living in the preyful self-pity of sheep and learn to fight back as lions, we shall be free when we first liberate our minds from the shackles of materialism and corruption, when when see that freedom comes not from above, but from within. Brilliant piece of poetry, easily one of my favourites here.


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