Nigeria is not a Cave, Even though we want it better and which country doesn't?

This is Lagos Nigeria that you don't see on TV..Source YouTube Videos.

This is Abuja Nigeria, Live Unedited News Video...Source YouTube Videos.

I decided to show a little of what Nigeria is.
This is one state (Lagos) and the Federal Capital Territory ( Abuja) out of the 36 States in the country.
I am blogging about this in response to some questions albeit very uninformed in this 21st century.
Questions like " Do you have roads in Nigeria?" ( Maybe we still use bush paths..lol)
Or " wow you have SEC ( Securities and Exchange Commission) and banks?" ( okay now, we bank with clay pots..am stunned!)
Anyway much of it comes from what the media portrays, I may even be guilty as charged but forgive me misters, Our Nigeria, no matter what you might have heard before now, is not made up of Cave cities.

Homeless

I once used to wake up and 'kasuwa',

My hair undone and my face barely washed,

No caution whatsoever for I must feed my children,

Ina kwana! Ekaaro! quickly I must greet my neighbors;

Abuchi is the meat seller, a bargain unlike any other.

I once used to wake up and be happy it is Sallah,

For Abuchi's I must pay even though little,

For Sallah's my only price is my pot I must make ready;

For I am two things, joyous receiver at this time

And joyous giver at Christmas.

I once used to wake up to a knock on my door,

My sister-in-law walking, labouring for two,

Yesterday my merchandise returned from the South-

Today I can easily lend in "kwudi",

To fuel her easier journey to the West maternity.

I once used to wake up to "the eight" jingle, 

Mama Adamu lovingly cajoling, education is life;

For the mornings, my consolation is the afternoons,

For we must meet, adorned and competitive

Proud to take our wards home.

Today I fear to wake up!

School is forbidden and so "the eight" is slaughtered,

Abuchi is wasted, my costs are uncountable,

I must eat my merchandise and lose a sister in labour.

The cock crows bombs, guns, machetes 

And the cries of widows and orphans.

My home is infested by zombie charlatans, 

Morning, noon and night- 

have all together become alike,

A nightmare I must wake up from.