We are Nigeria
Under the breasts of kuru
submerged in misty tides,
currents, creamy ambiguities
that recedes to the rocks at dawn
only to drown us again at sundown.
We are Nigeria
“kopa we-o!...”
“No shunting…this queue is a hungry snake”
“chop-chop kopa…one step at a time”
we embezzle our national crumb
in the fete of the Plateau.
We are Nigeria
Singing sacrosanct songs
Invoking memories, melodies
huddle in legions
abundantly clad
for a nebulous victory.
We are Nigeria
Multicolored petaled blossom
fragrances of forgotten feats
burying the ancestral scars in beams
onward bound, probing for Nigeria
We are Nigeria
and like good Nigerians
offering feathers to the hyena’s gospel
exposing our infidel piety
to the jeering eyes of the plateau
we believe in Nigeria
does Nigeria believe in us?
we are Nigeria
“otondo”
“Rejected!
Rejected!!
REJECTED!!!”
“Excellent proposal… (but) you see”
“Over sabi-yama-yama kopa
na you go taya”
We are Nigeria
Wandering in a cold boulevards
walls, stones and tall
an aisle –ridged and towered
with ranges of fastened gates
graced by sham smiles of prosthetic faces
as rocks yawn with bad after taste of blood.
We are Nigeria
Flanked by two worlds, holding colours
on the monochrome absurd
dreams and truths collide in a perpetual war
what do you say we do?
grow back my feathers?
or saunter to my sunset searching?
O! How can one dream…?
While sleeping with eyes ajar?
We are Nigeria
We are Africa
We are the World
We are the rhythms of victory
standing tall
