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STOLEN TOMORROW




By Akinlaja Judah
______________________________
Do you know the song....
"Parents listen to your children,
For we are the leaders of tomorrow,
Try to pay our school fees,
And give us, a sound education "

I remember singing it heartily as a child.
I so much savored the lyrics,
Cos it gave me the impression
That I have a part to play in my country's future.
Only to grow and find the scripts has been switched.
No longer leaders, but tools of politics.
School has become a battle of the ignorant.
And education, a mud to wallow in.

Our Parents grew and took the future along,
Leaving us to reminisce on yesterday,
And battle with today.

My green of youth is but a tale of whores.
A politician once said......
"Youths are the future of the Nation"
Another......
"Children are the future generations "
Yet another.....
"This hands can spill blood and remain just. The future is in our hands"
what an irony!

I cry for the Youths,
I weep for the newborns,
I wail for the little ones,
Our chapter has been torn,
Our story rewritten in strange languages.
Our lives stolen,
Our future has become a myth as yesterday.

Hands that embezzled millions, stoned the one who stole water.
Fingers dripping blood, crucified the one who stole cassava flakes to survive,
Mouths whose words has killed hopes, sentenced the one who lied to eat a square meal.

Hypocrites! Liars! Thieves! Robbers! Extorts! Name them.
They have stolen my  future!
And now we grow from today to yesterday.
Nevertheless, my comfort still lies in the lyrics...... " we are the future generations.
We are the leaders of tomorrow "
Cos one day, I'll live.
One day, I'll understand the language of my script
# *penspeaks*#... ✍🏽


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