By Danjuma Amodu | February 15, 2026
In halls of power, where lights should shine,
A minister plugs in, a symbol divine,
Of a nation’s struggle, a people’s plight,
Where power banks are the norm, day and night.
The joke’s on us, we’re tired and worn,
Our leaders laugh, as our struggles are scorned,
Generation’s up, they claim with glee,
But the power’s off, and we’re still in the sea.
The grid’s a mess, a tangled web,
We wait for fix, but still we sweat and heed,
Inverters hum, generators roar,
A nation’s progress, stuck in backup mode once more.
The minister’s phone, a symbol clear,
Of a nation’s dreams, lost in the air,
We innovate, adapt, and survive,
Despite the system, not because it thrives.
Resilience is ours, a badge of pride,
But shouldn’t it be, a system that glides?
Not generators, power banks, and endless wait,
But reliable power, a nation’s rightful fate.
The photo’s laugh, a cry of despair,
A call to action, beyond the joke and snare,
Let’s fix the grid, let’s power our land,
And make Nigeria, a nation that’s truly grand.
