Today at 59, I sing
of the beauty of Nigeria
without the bickering of tribe
without the malice of a map –
no Muslim north, no Christian south
no Igbo resentment, no Yoruba stereotype
nor Hausa/Fulani ‘Born-to-Rule’ hypothesis.
I sing of a country free
from the wretched failure of self-serving politicians
drunk with power, long on promises but short on shame.
A republic Corruption isn’t born for exploits –
wouldn’t win a simple man’s sense of right n’ wrong
nor puts out the lamps of honest toil n’ deeds.
I sing of Optimism –
a people in pursuit of a cause greater than self;
I sing of a nation restructured.
© Ugo Nkwoala, 2019
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