AM PREGNANT!

By Atilola Olubela

At the crack of her dawn,
she took pride in swings of Joys,
At her sweeping power of freedom:
A relief of characteristic Fragility.

Months bled into years.
The sun shone.
Leaving reflections of hope; 
Laced with grandiose illusions.

Wealthy and resplendent her tentacles grew,
But seedy and unfettered her people became.

Then her ''trans-progressive traffic'' was halted.
A tragicomic coup(s) took a toll.
Followed by a theatrical annulment;
Which stemmed despotism - mother of her 'civil tyranny'.
                               Leaving trails of blood prints.

Her harmonic and rhythmic momentum flagged.
As National Identity dwindled.

Now the gourd has been cracked.
The pendulum do swings,
As time is no man's ally.
But My people anticipate in ambivalence,
Of her independence promise.
A flicker of hope alloyed with misgivings.

Am pregnant, so you are!
Replete with questions - vitriolic criticisim?
About the Political landscape.
About the North-South dichotomy.
About the Unwritten-agreement.
This a vestige of reality.