While growing up in my humble village,
I was told and made to believe
That our land flowed with milk and honey.
A picture of a beautiful future was painted.
My little mind felt lucky and happy
To be the heir to a land filled with milk and honey.
I couldn’t wait to eat the honey
Neither could I wait to drink the milk.
The more I grew, the thirstier I became
Longing for the milk that exists only in dreams
Hungry for the honey that has been looted away
I found out when I became a man
That there was no milk neither was there honey.
The riches of our land had already been carted away.
Taken away in lofty ships while we slept.
Looted by pirates and petty criminals.
The land so rich is now a shadow of itself
The sons of the land has betrayed her.
They have give her treasures to foreigners
They have stripped her of her wealth and honor.
They’ve left her naked and cold
The milk and honey is gone.
Written by Comfort Ositelu
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