Tell the truth, this is my land
The stench of oil in the air
The sight of a burning flame like day that never ends
My lungs black trying to breathe only to inhale worse
My eyes are crying with no tears
It’s just so dry
The richness of my land being used by a foreign land
I’m here standing in murky waters that hold no life
I want to run shout escape but to where
This is my land but it has been taken away from me
This is my land sold without my consent
This is my land but you see yours
They take from others and pay but they don’t pay for mine
The truth must be told
Tell the truth, tell the truth
This is what Ogoni stories has set out to do, to tell the truth about oil and its relationship with the environment and the hidden people it hurts.