🎤 Title:
“Naija Bleeds, But We Still Breathe
🗣️ Spoken Word:
> I speak not just for Lagos,
Not just for Kano,
Not just for Abuja —
I speak for the ones under the bridge,
For the child hawking gala instead of carrying books.
Nigeria is a giant…
But why do we feel so small?
Oil-rich but blood-drenched.
Streets loud with protest, but empty with justice.
They said democracy.
We got democra-crisis.
Leaders counting dollars in Swiss accounts,
While citizens count coins for garri.
ASUU strikes hit like thunder,
While ministers' kids graduate in London.
Our anthem says, “Arise, O compatriots…”
But how do we rise when we’re chained by fuel queues,
Naira crashes, and broken dreams?
Electricity flickers like hope —
On and off, never stable.
Insecurity?
We say goodnight and pray to wake up alive.
Bandits rule villages.
Police abuse youth.
SARS turned protest into prayer points.
Still…
Still we rise.
Still we sing.
Still we dance to Davido with tears in our eyes.
Because even in pain, Naija survives.
Even in darkness, we shine.
Even with a bleeding heart,
This country still beats.
I speak for the dreamers in Ojuelegba,
For the coders in Yaba,
For the farmers in Benue,
For the rebels of thought in Port Harcourt.
We may not have much,
But we have voice.
Let our cry shake Aso Rock.
Let our words awaken the deaf ears of power.
We are not lazy
.
We are not weak.
We are Nigeria.
We bleed.
But we still breathe.
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5 hrs ago🎤 Title:
“Naija Bleeds, But We Still Breathe
🗣️ Spoken Word:
> I speak not just for Lagos,
Not just for Kano,
Not just for Abuja —
I speak for the ones under the bridge,
For the child hawking gala instead of carrying books.
Nigeria is a giant…
But why do we feel so small?
Oil-rich but blood-drenched.
Streets loud with protest, but empty with justice.
They said democracy.
We got democra-crisis.
Leaders counting dollars in Swiss accounts,
While citizens count coins for garri.
ASUU strikes hit like thunder,
While ministers' kids graduate in London.
Our anthem says, “Arise, O compatriots…”
But how do we rise when we’re chained by fuel queues,
Naira crashes, and broken dreams?
Electricity flickers like hope —
On and off, never stable.
Insecurity?
We say goodnight and pray to wake up alive.
Bandits rule villages.
Police abuse youth.
SARS turned protest into prayer points.
Still…
Still we rise.
Still we sing.
Still we dance to Davido with tears in our eyes.
Because even in pain, Naija survives.
Even in darkness, we shine.
Even with a bleeding heart,
This country still beats.
I speak for the dreamers in Ojuelegba,
For the coders in Yaba,
For the farmers in Benue,
For the rebels of thought in Port Harcourt.
We may not have much,
But we have voice.
Let our cry shake Aso Rock.
Let our words awaken the deaf ears of power.
We are not lazy
.
We are not weak.
We are Nigeria.
We bleed.
But we still breathe.