Poems

So I know a place where two rivers embrace
A place of treasures, lost and fortunes made
Where the sun smiles on your back
and the sand twinkle between your barefoot
Far north is the dry dusty plains
To the core east of wet muddy shore
Where the sound of the gulls on the breeze beats
and the rhymes of the waves crashes to tune

I talk about the home to the giants
Where reptiles still ruled the land, a totem to behold
A land where the spirit abode in the circle of stones
where gods resides in powerful cave
the ancestral home that speak to the shadows
This crucible of the stone-man, palace of thunder god
This is a tale of powerful black land
Where the secrets of wildness lies on their palm
This is Nigeria

A place where the mountains pay homage to the skies
and the valleys cloth himself with vines of green
Her father’s name is struggle, desert plains and thorn trees
Oh I speak of the pathways of hunters and frontiers
a cradle of the ape-man who walks erect on rocky ground
land of wildness, of living fossils and elephants
Where lions roar and springbok herds leap

A country filled with milk and honey
Where darkness loomed and light saw us through
kingdoms of living legends and mirages
Where the sound of drums signal the beauty of culture
Where the people live close to the soil
talk of the riches of the land, praises of your gilded king
this is Nigeria, my land and my home
Where I can breathe the scent of peace