Oh my awe inspiring mother!
Your three beautiful daughters mourn your weather,
the world of your Canaan is hanged by fathers of Diblaim,
don’t run away for the eaten pride Nigeria,
none but us your children carries the blame,
the caterpillar worm of Naboth’s vineyard came
years around 1967 and ate our sameness in shame.
Hold us thick as thieves,
for your black and ebony skin knocks our mischiefs,
oh my mother Nigeria!
You are the island of unity, peace and justice of Solomon,
we are still moving on.
oh my mother Nigeria!
Be strong, the last ship with its cure is on his way,
far away.
-Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo
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