I AM NIGERIAN



 This is a first man expression of the griefs and sorrows experienced by a citizen of a country referred to the GIANT OF AFRICA. Written by Sambo Misturah PKA Sambo and Onayemi Oreoluwa Daniel PKA SimplyLegacy


I am that black man called a Nigerian

An industrious man earning peanut

I am that giant of Africa 

A giant almost going nuts 


The labour of my heroes are almost in vain 

The struggle right now is for personal gain

I have the green, white, green all in my vein

Why then do I have to wallow in pain 


The colour of my hair is my virility 

My perseverance is my identity 

The horses on the coat are not just for dignity 

Their thickness tells you of my ruggedity 


Burial ground emanating from once lush green

Talents are now celebrated in death 

If it is a lie, then what of Dagrin

A promising rapper snatched by death


I promise to serve with strength, love and faith

Will I still do this even when all my strength has faint

The once giant of Africa is now a painful sight

I am a Nigerian that will serve with all might 


I am Nigerian, the giant of Africa

A home to 200 millions+ Nigerians

I am Nigerian, my black fertile soil is my virility 

The voice of 300 languages and 250 ethnicity 

I am Nigerian, a soil bless with many resources 

A place where public servants only fight for their different purses

I am Nigerian, Africa's largest economy 

A place where the elders see the prosperous youth as the country's enemy 

I am Nigerian, an Olympic gold, silver and bronze champion 

These are History passed down the generations 

I am Nigerian, a home colored in green and white

A place where ground breaking records are only recorded in black and white

I am Nigerian, a home to the rich and a battle ground to the poor

A land where the affluent despises the rookie with their labour

I am Nigerian, a democratic state 

A state with a pitiable fate

I am Nigerian, a place where the fools sees the wise one as the foolish ones 

And where the wise one see the fools as the wise one

I am Nigerian, a country that has achieved more on paper rather than in life

A man that chooses poverty, pollution, bad governance and all sorts as wife

LEGACY 


What makes you giant

When your joy has being hired

By the old chamber full of manual

Yet you manage to smile and became weaker


Greener we grow

Milk and honey has flow

Ethnic and culture endowed

Old chambers lust the wealth

Yet we managed to smile and became weaker


Unity and peace

This is what we agreed

The chambers came with their greed

Yet we managed to smile and became weaker


I am the voice of the land

Sorrow and pains 

In my heart

Still the flag shall rise

The joy and laughter

Shall be preserve


I am a Nigerian

The giant of all

The pride shall be restored

Greener pasture we live 


SAMBO


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