Nigeria At 57: Time To Assimilate

The building of a nation Is with lore and assets The duo not in anyway In lack in Nigeria

A nation that has grown At 57, wisdom becomes a must For the blessed, so many That she can pride of

But who is ready to die For this land, focusing towards Greatness, envied by so many Who wish in vain her crawl

Yet slow and steady is apt For the yore reverberates Failures of humans rushing to attain Even as a tortoise must reach its destination

Who is he who can receive it The tongue-lash, the wicked assaults To stoop to conquer the harrows The kegs planted to undo us

And the wicked ploys thickens BH has weakened the northeast Militancy, kidnapping are now ventures Wicked distractions of insatiable humans

And Kanu danced a tune without recourse Jarring Kanu’s ebullience at Atlanta When Nigeria once knitted without bound We thrilled the world in every venture

This land is born to remain One, moving from stage to stage Like great nations, in lore and tolerance Strived over hundred years to stabilize

But why are they afraid of us Why must Africa remain stagnated What is in this name of hope Save Nigeria is the handwork of God

I salute my heroes who agreed For our unity, for our beautiful tongues To remain, so blessed, so ossified For unity in diversity is strength

Just like yesterday, firm they stood With one heart large and benevolent So we, our own sons and daughters Have a home built in peace and freedom

Take it from me, my compatriots Azik, Awo, Bello, Balewa Greater love to Murtala, Gowon And ours, Obasanjo, the Lion Buhari

Now, old tales are time waste When all aspire to showcase The wisdom in each beautiful tongue Only unique in this parcel

Fear no more, compatriots I remember the pains in war I remember the death in hunger And I remember the fear in dust

Bygone these harrowing thoughts So we can look at each other Hold hands as patriots to assimilate Now that the time is ripe

Smile for a knitted green home That we make by ourselves With open palms for fair dealings As no nation is absolute without nations

Return, ye drifters, return To the path of nationhood, patriotism Let our own cause today and on Be blessed one for our yet unborn

Muhammad Ajah is a poet, advocate of humanity, peace and good governance in Abuja. E-mail mobahawwah@yahoo.co.uk.