There exists sometimes in Africa
Where everyone was a leader
In chevron or in regalia
Folks never jitters
Though, all before its 1960 was
filtered
A place where its nation is bound
in freedom
Suddenly!!!!
Hierarchy speaks
They say the bound is sick
All full of reek
Green, White, Green,
Well color does not determine
The independence was seen as a
reason
Oh, it melted its silk
Sleeveless even with its Jean
That place in Africa
Was Nig..., Niger....,
No its Nigeria
Nice being a part of this nation
Who in every war was a winner
Poet
Olajire Damilola Muyideen
(smiling)
