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Give Me Nigeria

Hold your tears and give me this land I will transform the stones into wheat and flowers. A man of action talks less but acts more, give me this very country, I will make her soar higher than the Eagle. Sundown among men freedom calls on mountains we need no more strangers we can build Nigeria with one man. Give me an hour to rule I will make her green greener make the white purer than ever give water to those tired horses on her coat. Give her to me with her pains I have the cure to her ailments I can satisfy her sexual urges... She is not a stranger to development. Give me Nigeria then sit and watch me work... I am not an offspring of greed what they want is looking at me. ©John Chizoba Vincent. Cam'god.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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