They lie to us that our shadows are real. They condition us to drop our brawns and pick up the books so that we can be useful to the society. They tell us that we have the power to save the future while they do everything to murder our present. Is this the transformation we dream of? That we will struggle through spells of broken education? That our lecturers would go on strike for eternity? That our maidens will become road-side harlots passing the Nights with pot-bellied fat cows in our cities? That our guys evolve into roving urchins,fraudsters,club riders and terrors of the Neighborhood? Who will rescue poly students from men bereft of hearts?
At every promising dawn of the day,we helplessly garner our tears in baskets while our leaders bask in the radiance of political rallies. If they were men on the street,they would understand the shadows of sorrow and orgies of anger hanging behind our smiles and relish to life. We are jaded,we are weeping,we are angry.Who will rescue poly students from men bereft of hearts?
Over 8 months,they left us to our own device. When we summon guts to express our discontents via protest,they call us ''miscreants''. When we harden and gather our muscles to reach up to the sky through all available means,they jail us and execute us behind the prison forgetting that we are the products of their decadence.Forgetting that they fail to educate us and so,we find education some where else. Who will rescue poly students from men bereft of heart?
We shall not forget the shoeless story bearer who took our dog-eared shoes off our feet. We will continue to remember the meek and humble Goodluck that perverted our shining luck in rant and rage. Whenever we stand bare to narrate the tales that chronicle our rise to victory,we shall refer to Nyesom Wike, Okonjo Iweala and others who left our destiny crawling and our hope hanging on the balance.
Posterity will remember all who intruded our world and made us the scum of the earth,in suspicion and derision. The thrust of karma shall pay them all in their own perks.
who will rescue polytechnic students from men bereft of hearts? Is it the society that left us in our grief or the media that pretended to be unaware of the state of polytechnics?
Shall we take destiny into our hands or call on God to deliver us from the scourge of our merciless leaders? The latter remains the alternative that will serve our course! Lets call on GOD.
Aluta continua! Victoria ascerta!
