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I am Nigeria, Daughter of Africa
There we were gathered,
Nations old and young
Nations who flags flew higher than the sky
Nations of the revolution of the earth
And nations ,who shake the rest with a loud silence.
One of these nations,
Booming and proud
Walked up to me and asked mockingly “who are you”
My heart froze, and suddenly
A spirit of art came upon me
And like the great poet Chinua Achebe,
And as if I was Homer and the rest of the countries were children who longed for a story.
I began to sing, not knowing what I was saying but eloquently.
I sang
‘I am the son of the morning
And the daughter of light
I am the song of the birds on the brightest summer day
The red earth of which you build your houses.
I am the smell of newly roasted corn
And newly fallen dew.
I am the taste of sweet corn
And the smell of a hopeful day
I am, the song the birds sing on the prettiest summer days.
I am the very sun
That brings life chlorophyll to all your plants.
I am the joy of the sad woman
I am the light of the glorious morning
That ends the long nights of pain and agony
I am the freshness that you all smell
I am the essence of beauty.
I am Nigeria,
The daughter of Africa,
Well known among the heathen.
And as if rehearsed, I stopped as if rehearsed
And a large green and white Nigerian flag,
Flew high by itself
And everyone marveled
SAYING loudly AMONGST THEMSELVES
“THERE’S YET TO BE ANY LIKE THIS FROM MOTHER AFRICA”
I smelled in my heart
As if reaffirming to myself
“I am Nigeria”
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