Just before the River Niger
Lies this beauty that transcends
The human comprehension.
Mixed in tribes and Languages,
That enhances her beauty and make up.
She bears the milk and honey
That sustains her National wealth and pride.
But she wallows in despair
Like a woman robbed of her glory.
I weep! For she lacks the look of the hive that Harbours the honey.
I weep! for For she has not been mentioned for good
In the Diaspora
I weep! For she lacks the identity of what
Freedom and progress could mean.
In these decades of freedom,
Where other coastal sisters
Have made innumerable progress,
She had been suppressed by the ones
Chosen to direct her affairs.
I weep, because she lacks a mouth piece
That can speak for her, even when she seems
To have children who are learned, who dwell in the temple of justice.
But seem to be hiding in the Shell of cowardice, I presume.
she groans in her spirit, for she had been robbed
Of her wealth, status and dignity.
She weeps for her declining looks,
And the hunger that strikes her children before her eyes.
She seeks the light of freedom, liberation and progress.
She seeks the one that can drive her affairs in truth
and in spirited mind.
She seeks peace among her children.
She longs to be spoken well of in the Diaspora,
Like her coastal sisters, who seems to have been emancipated
from redundancy and political darkness.
She longs to see her looks improved
And her status changed with the changing times and history.
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