MY NAIJA MY PRIDE
My Naija! My pride!
A tale of 1914 heroism rooted in a merger of exotic realms
Naija! Black, bold and ingenious giant, the opulent trigger of Africa
An Iroko that stands buried under the shrubs of cognitive thraldom
For the atrocities consigned in the age of Ika
She is the early morning golden sun of 1960 that illuminated the
Garden of Eden
The 1966 Darkness that awoke the beast domiciled in vain men
She is the present gale causing hordes of white doves to haste south
And dark vultures seeking cadavers to go north
There is chaos, Evil is lurking I can hear their whispers
But I am serenely sitting at the coastline whistling
My Naija! My pride! Cheapest of all my meritorious chattels
What is it that blows your spirit-waters cruel?
Speak now, or you consent minds to wonder afar
Holding dust as rock and air as rock-hard matter
Your eyes gaze in fear causing your bowel fruits to tremble
Yet you seek vigour amidst the feeble
I have walked the east and west of life
Seen dissimilar shades of locus in my strife
Where affection is repugnance and aversion is fondness
Yet, I have not seen a place so bantam yet so pregnant
Charming all like honeycomb tossed into ants
The beauty in the streets of Abuja and the slum of Lagos, I behold
I am forever thrilled to hear the eloquent cadence of her sound.
I long to smell and drool to taste her every tribe’s meal.
Her soil will I till till my time runs still
Never will I be shamed to defend her territory and stand for our
An elephant is never wearied to haul her tusk
Neither is the rain that drenches a leopard able to change its skin.
I pledge to Nigeria my country, to be faithful, loyal and honest
To observe when she beckons for am a blood of her heroic struggle.