LEADERS OF TOMORROW'S, SURVIVORS OF TODAY.
LEADERS OF TOMORROW'S, SURVIVORS OF TODAY.I speak with a bitter, battered, weary heart.
I speak as a resident of a country ruined by design not accident, but art.
I speak as a youth who still remembers the anthem:
“We are the leaders of tomorrow.”
Tomorrow?
The same tomorrow that arrives dressed like sorrow?
The same tomorrow where stepping outside feels borrowed?
Leaders of tomorrow afraid of their own streets.
Where hard work and hunger compete… and somehow hunger still cheats.
Leaders whose highest currency buys survival, not stability.
A loaf of bread. A litre of fuel.
Inflation performing public brutality.
Giant of Africa?
My foot.
Giants do not starve their seedlings at the root.
Our present leaders Aneftrynos and Aphron
Foolish in conduct, absent in conscience.
Governing suffering with frightening confidence.
Nigeria, my country not out of pride but persistence.
Because loving you feels less like patriotism… more like resistance.
A nation that wounds its people, ignores the screams,
then says “we didn't mean to” as though intent repairs dreams.
Forgetting impact lingers longer than apologies rehearsed for screens.
And oh, this nation is in soup.
Everyone is fed up…
and somehow… we still haven't eaten.
For the leaders of tomorrow that were never guaranteed a morning,
raised on warning after warning after warning
Your country has mastered the craft of failing you without mourning.
Teaching children how to endure before teaching them how to dream.
Turning ambition into exhaustion.
Hope into a luxury.
Survival into a national theme.
So to the children inheriting fear dressed as policy,
unemployment dressed as economy,
pain dressed as normalcy
So a very not-so-happy Children's Day.
From the leaders of tomorrow…
still trying desperately…
to survive today.🇳🇬
~ CHRISIE 🤍✨
Poetry by Ogundu Christabel oluebube (Chrisie)
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Written on 2026-05-27 at 14:04
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