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After three glasses of memories,  I was drunk in deep thought 
Staggering through the pavement of my meditation I couldn't help but to think of the land I came from
Where trees bow in submission to the strength of the wind
Where the sea hardly gossip with her land mass and the soil never go thirsty
I come from a land where geographical disasters never visit
Where hatred still sing a love song 

cultural heritage still echos in our traditions
Though different tongues yet we speak one language 
The language of love
Though different drum sounds yet one dance step
The dance step of unity
A land baptized with peace
A native land,proud to serve
A strong motherland
Lost so many  children yet pregnant for more
Scars of boomblast sleeps on her back
Corruption rapes her everynight
 but her tears water the field when the sun visit her day
A land wrapped with coat of arms
Skin coloured "green white green"
A land that bring forth offsprings like you and I
Bound in happiness,laughter and countless triumph
A bowl of enthusiastic youth, with hopes and dreams 
Talented people 
Culture never to be washed away in the sands of time 
A land I'm proud to call my own
 The place I love to call my home
The soil that birthed marrow into my bone
How I miss the smell of our pride
The mother of our bride
A land impregnated by rich mineral resources 
A land of trade and Entrepreneurs
Pages of divers abilities
Kings, queens, princes and princesses
Indeed it's a land of royalty
Beauty bathes the soul of her soil
Hunger stole the lives of many we know 
Plane crash ended the destiny of some
Flood swallowed the wealth of others
But these losses drown in the stream of our happiness 
For we come from a land where sorrow only comes
To spend the night 
So i water my green field
I wave the flag high in the sky
Customise every T-shirt I buy
Compose a song for my land
Paint a nice portrait of her beauty
Go to north east south and west
Make the whole world hear my voice 

I paint the walls white and the cities green 
For I come from a land called Nigeria 

#Benarmani
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