Free from bribery and corruption.
She house the most educated people on earth,
Shielded by a thousand legion of warlords.
Prostruding bellies with nothingness are not
seen pleading around in the carcass of the state.
The Nigeria I know is rich in human labour,
Tears and sorrow are not seen playing hide and seek.
The grains are scattered for all the birds to peck,
And they flap and fly as high as they could.
The people are filled with happiness, their cheeks
As swollen as a blown balloon in the air.
No one cast blames on the giant cock that crows at
Dawn.
The Nigeria I know is not partial in dealing,
She right wronged for her people in peace.
The right of the masses return at their doors,
A mother that seek for the good of all,
None is her favourite and none did she hate anyway.
She create no fear, pains, sorrow to anyone.
It does not matter whose fowl scatter your corn,
She is there to gather it and plead for mercy.
The Nigeria I know is kind and peaceful in nature,
The peevish errant goat that create chaos in
Town is brought to book and judged accordly.
Many mad cat and dogs in the streets are cautioned,
She provide market, market for everybody to trade.
Beauty in her street cry not like the babies,
She command respect more than her neighbours.
She has no grave that never get satisfied,
She has no fire that is always hungry and thirsty,
She has no barren womb that never get enough.
I know my Nigeria, I know my motherland.
She is mother hen that covers her chicks against
The mighty kite of valour that roam the street.
No worror is ever weary or frustrated in her land.
The Nigeria I know accommodate all in all,
She is a noble queen that does not eat from
A dirty plate pick in the forest of lies.
She feels dolefully pleased to welcome all;
All who seek to embrace her homely nature.
She wrestle not with puzzles and fall in love
With a stolen paradox or a lying ironies.
I don't know a Nigeria of terrorism, no I don't,
I don't know a Nigeria that bad leaders,
I don't know a Nigeria without light and petrol;
I don't know a Nigeria where her universities
Have a ceremonial strike of every three months.
I know a great nation of strength and power,
Not a perfect nation, forgive her for being Nigeria.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
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