I don't feel any pain whenever I look at Nigeria today, but my heart becomes bitter when I read about the Nigeria we used to know, that great nation that stood proud among its contemporaries, because it is no more.
So therefore this poem was not inspired by comparing Nigeria to the rest of the world, but by seeing that it couldn't even stand beside its past self. As development is not being better than our fellow men, but our former self...
-Victor olulewa
My fatherland, green in the beauty of nature
From cape to cairo, its fame nurtured
A time I was happy to be a lad
4.To witness the greatness of my land.
Productive all over her geography
Unadulterated oil in its redness from the east
Like at the nile, our pyramids stood proud 8.Accompanied by scales from the south
My fatherland land, for which the heroes on her legal tender
In fighting delivered, from the shackles of the whiteman
They weep from above, their tears, the rains 12.The labour of the heroes past in vain.
They weep from above, their tears, the rains 12.The labour of the heroes past in vain.
Why do they weep? I think I see
Our pyramids in their numbers have fallen
The trees of money withered ,in the east
16.Our 5 fish that accompanied two loaves of bread, smitten.
The whiteman with his motive of doom
Presented unto us in the likelihood a loom
To weave our fortune, and do us good
20. Proclaiming the greatness of our oil boom.
He came, he saw and he conquered
The great and mighty giant of Africa
That great land, he turned to a source
24.Unfortunately, without any resource.
However, like the black king, I have a ’ dream
That their grey land will be green again
The leaders with goodluck, chase no gain
28.But, is this reality or just a fantasy?.
Victor olulewa
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