I want to write about Nigeria
Of course not Algeria
And this is not a poem
And the usual rhyme schemes
With all the efforts to make my words sound like music
I simply want to write
I want to write about hope and change
And then hope that never hoped
And a change that never changed
And of despair and desperation
And confusion and uprisings
And of surprises and of broken roads
And of then of roads that were never constructed
And bridges that were never built
And of a people that wails
And of a people that holds on
And of a people that survives
(No, this people do not just survive)
And of a people that thrives
And of uprisings and misunderstandings
Still today we stand
And we must celebrate
But why is there so much quite in our streets?
Why are our hearts not painted in green and in white?
Rejoice we still must
For as one nation, we still stand
As the giant of Africa, we must still roar
No more to despair
And to sorrow
And to wail
Stand tall, dear giant
Rise again, above the blood and oil
Rise again, Oh giant!
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