Green Tree Amongst Chaos

MY NIGERIA Frantic fights, strange struggles, voiceless violence, fresh freedom at last. A nation blessed with local resources so much that the ground is forced to vomit the excess; One people, great people, strong in unity and diverse in culture yet hospitable and friendly. My Nigeria, the jewel of African and the reserve of the world’s liquid wealth! My Nigeria, torn by those who hate peace and make oceans of red, deep red blood! My Nigeria, raped by those meant to nurse and nurture you from infancy to greatness! My Nigeria, misunderstood by those who know you not and made a public spectacle yet silent you remain! My Nigeria, who knows the aches in your heart and understands the turmoil in your existence? Let it be said that there was a country that rose in the midst of opposition Let it be announced far and near that there was a country that in the face of unequivocal challenges, never gave up. For in our destruction stands the spirit that has never given up! Let it be known that no matter how bad it gets, like the calm after a storm, a nation will bloom, strong and right. My Nigeria.