By Ibikunle Toluwani
“We’re tired of this enslavement”
“We’ll be better off on our own”
As a new born child struggles to stand,
So we did.
Like a child tossed from one orphanage to another,
So we were, in our case, with different masters.
Independence engulfed us so badly.
Alas! We triumphed!
1960 was our year. So we thought.
Our masters left us to our struggles, physically.
1963, we became happier.
We became a republic.
The Federal Republic of Nigeria.
They left both physically and otherwise.
We were left to ourselves.
O God of Creation
Direct our noble cause
Guide our leaders right
Help our youths the truth to know
“Father! Where did we miss it?
All we asked for was independence!
We never foresaw the hardship”
Nigeria we hail thee,
Our own dear native land,
Though tribe and tongue may differ,
In brotherhood we stand.
“Father! That was our confession.
59 years down the line,
We’re torn by ourselves.
Where did we go wrong?”
The labour of our heroes past,
Sadly, is on its way to the abyss.
Is Balewa, Zik, Awo, Bello
Not interceding on our behalf?
Father, when next you see them,
Tell them we’re far from where they left us.
This we pray,
To hand on to our children
A banner without stain.
O God of all creation,
Grant this our one request,
Help us to build a nation
Where no man is oppressed,
And so with peace and plenty
Nigeria may be blessed.