For we played together in similes, metaphors and aphorisms. Though of birth noble, we are of little and humble holdings. What our forbearers foretold must come to pass. In unity and with faith, return this ship towards home" Aiyeko-ooto lament the current state of a nation. Growing up after colonials exit. with their impact still much about. The country operated leftover machinery. Optimism and hope for future was rife. This credit invaders eroded by their agents, back door teach corruption, nepotism and maladministration. Recipe for disaster in self-governance. No surprise the succession of military interventions followed by civil war. Its peoples aren't the same. Even a child learned to hide under a table every time a flying object hoover in the air. Seeds of discontent, disunity and self were sown in the divide. It plateau at the first republic, descending into vices so despicable, generations will live the losses. this anthology captures poetic extractions that there is still "hope for a nation"!