MY NAIJA! MY PRIDE!
Land: where the sun rises in the East and sets in the West
And heat clothes her with black skin
For strong are the tools in her hand,
That cultivate to harvest the produce of her land
From her breast, she feeds the world.
Indeed, unto her the promise land was given
And she becomes the pride of Africa
My Naija! My pride.
The Land of historic relevance
That echoes the dehumanizing effects of servitude
By pointing to her relics and monuments,
That immortalize the tales of slave trade.
As her Sokoto caliphate and Borne Empire,
Once practised the system being popularized by the white
What about her Old Oyo Empire?
The land of traditional democracy.
It’s on her land, great men of century past,
Engaged in intellectual disputations.
I shall never quick to forget their creativities
What about their great artistic works?
Bronze of Ife, Terra Cotta of the Nok and the Brass of Benin,
They all sing of her glory
Even, when the white fake reality
Oh Naija! My pride indeed.
She was not at Berlin,
When her fate was determined and her land divided
Her possession which they never possessed
With superior weapons the came,
Wrecking havoc in order to claim
Jaja of Opobo, Nana of Itsekiri and Kosoko of Lagos,
All rose as they defend your innocence
Oh naija! My pride.
Through her, European luxuries were built
For indeed, she was endowed by the almighty
Gold, tin, copper and iron ore,
They all saturate the four corners of your room
While her foundation breathes black gold
As her river Niger attracts me to swim
Unto her Zuma will I climb
To see again the beauty of my Naija, my