Nigeria, a lad in the journey of old
Dancing and miming with full of hope
Exhume the mind whose oath is not fold
Bury the heart whose lies are as signing as case of gold
Cometh men who pretend to journey in the days of old
But I swear I’ll not buy the lie they sold.
Here are we when they born the legitimate son of the house
Praise is thee who would not confuse.
Woe to the man whose children are many
He neither care nor know the direction of their journey
Tell me my father the road are many
Take the one you like, I don’t know any.
But they say the old are wise, good, and caring
Am I not good, wise, caring, and cunning?
Ho! That is the adjective I didn’t remember to take along
Because I forgot the race I belong
I read history it says I was born with honey
So, I know I deserve the share of the money
What you possess is not for you but for nooks and crannies
It belong to me, you and many
So, is that what you read in history?
That is nothing but cock and bull story
If you want to journey join the train of plenty
Because they don’t grapple it they begin to envy
But in the day of yore cock crowed in the wee hour of morning
And sun set for farmer to return in the evening
They took cocoa and sowed the seed of crone
In the end they reaped the fruit of stone
Our own cocoa cannot grow in the desert city
Because our land is cunning and tricky
Don’t tell me that Nigeria did not gain
From the business of grain
Don’t tell me we suffered
When our leaders were better
We lived on cocoa only
When the good leaders are not lonely
Patriotism died with the father of “ISM”
But his funeral full of criticism
Let us sit on keg of gun powder
After all our lives are still in rounder
Cake is not for the common villager
Because it’ll put the rich in danger
O my God! I cannot do more than this
After all I came in with ease
I cannot dear Haram and boko
Because I don’t want to fall like Iroko
My life is very much important
I cannot face the wrath of militant.
- Mattew Bisi Adewuyi
- Mattew Bisi Adewuyi
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