Sways of a pendulum

I was just surfing through my facebook archives this evening and i stumped upon this article I wrote last year 1 Oct, 2013.
mehn. ...... I have always wanted to be a
writer. No man was born perfect, wole soyinka wasn't born with a golden pen in his hands either. Write! write! write!!!! and write!!!!!!!... this is the only way to be a successful writer.

Here is the article:

The pendilum no longer hold sway.
The clock tickling fast.
Mother earth no longer know her orbit.
The moon tells us no tales.
Bombing everywhere,
killing everywhere,
toes are being stepped on,
nerves are cracking .
Oh, What a strong Nation we are about to weaken.
Nigeria is our home, She have no other children apart from us.
LETS COME TOGETHER,
TO MAKE OUR MOTHER LAND, A
WONDER LAND. 'I AM PROUDLY
NIGERIAN!!!!!
WHAT ABOUT TOU?
Dedicated to my Father's Land; Nigeria.