LamiNation Vol 1

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I’m usually fluent in the language of the heart,but lately I find myself at a loss for words to articulate the pain I feel for Nigeria..

And since I can’t speak,my heart cries…especially for those without a voice,hope or justification that they suffer for a purpose..

I feel helpless because I don’t know what will/how to change it…

I feel guilty because I somehow go through the day untouched by the reality of the pain they feel So I hope my tears make sense…in the absence of imprisoned words…

I cry for the little kids who have lost their innocence because nobody gave enough of a damn to protect it.

I cry for the selfish generation that left this huge mess behind…forgetting that their children will reap in pain what they sowed in ignorance

I cry for those who died a seemingly meaningless death in an attempt to save an unrepentant country on life support..

I cry for those who have laboured with integrity fueled my an unshakable faith that Nigeria will be better

I cry for the remnant of reputable visionaries under pressure to compromise for the sake of unfounded greed

I cry because my heart can’t make sense of the pain

I cry because our nation has lost its soul n its mind fights back with feigning strength

I cry because we blame Nigeria while forgetting that we are Nigeria ….

Here’s hoping the volume of my tears will be loud enough to awaken the soul of a country I hold dear…

Here’s praying these tears will enhance the vision in my heart with monumental insight into the truth I can’t reach on my own..

Here’s to Nigeria, the only true home I’ve ever known..

Lami

Lami

More than just another Soul singer, her music evokes a sensitivity mirrored in her person. For her, music is an unscripted adventure. She is unafraid to raise her voice for what is right. A sensitivity to matters of the heart, of life and of her environment. With music as her weapon, she seeks to continue to be relevant. Welcome to “Nigeria Thru My Eyes” with LamiNATION.

3 comments

  1. I feel guilty because I somehow go through the day untouched by the reality of the pain they feel So I hope my tears make sense…in the absence of imprisoned words…

    Banky sang it! eLDee sang it! our pple marched!! when will we stop crying!!

    Major props Nobs n Lami

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