Best Nigerian Poems
Chosen for a reason
In a season
Not by the dozen
But individually
To be born
A Nigerian
One who can run
Through the thorns of life
Without being cut
By its spikes
Into a family
By a parent
Who will not relent
Making fervent prayers
For the child
In anticipation
Of the tribulations
That lay ahead
The New Nigerian:
One with talents
Silent but efficient
More active than motives
Helping to live
Above the perception
Of corruption
Making him strong
With a song
Above the spiral trials
Of the general material beliefs
The New Nigerian:
One who chose to oppose
The misconceptions
Of the strives of life
Living a purpose driven life
And being juxtaposed
From the affairs
Of the wicked
Through dwelling
In the secret place
Of the Most High God
The New Nigerian:
One who goes
Against the law of gravity
Moving beyond escape velocity
Living in the sensitivity
Of the spirit
Going in the right direction
Of Righteousness and True Love
Facing his challenges Head-on
With strength
From the Almighty God
Are you this New Nigerian?
Arise, O compatriots,
Let’s come together to build the broken walls,
Arise, your sinking ship for safety calls;
Let’s rebuild our heroes’ humble halls.
Nigeria's call obey,
Like a baby she yearns and yells for succor;
The spears and swords of war grieves her sour,
Let arise to save her heart that’s faint and poor.
To serve our fatherland,
And not to sell our brain to the western pest,
Nor make our green garden, a terrain for test;
Let’s arise to give our fatherland the very best.
With love and strength and faith…
Not with our grains soaked in gall and greed;
We have a patriotic plea and a noble need,
To build a nation with love: a colorful creed.
The labour of our heroes past…
Yearn and yell for our hand to uphold
The sure substance in our state’s stronghold,
So we can remain a fat and flourishing fold.
Shall never be in vain…
Let’s furnish our field to stop brain drain;
Let’s shield our seas from spills and stain,
Let’s get our gains without playing with pain.
To serve with heart and mind…
A land where there is hope and health;
A land where lords and labors walk in wealth,
A land where giants and ants share same strength.
One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity
Walking in wealth and wisdom,
Seen by sons and strangers as a kind kingdom,
Where everyone is sure of soaring to stardom.
A true Nigerian is brave like the Lion,
He is courageous, hospitable and kind.
He never shies away from responsibilities;
In his hearts of heart he controls all within him.
Through faith, he moves without stopping;
Even when there are many road blocks, he conquers.
A true Nigerian is patriotic and loyal,
He is not a gambler nor a fraudester.
He walks to achieve a common goal; unity.
He sees black as black and white as white.
He is the eyes that the country boast of home and abroad when he brings home the glory of love.
A true Nigerian never discriminates among his people.
A true Nigeria is a good leader in his home and country, he sees beyond looting of money and
Embazzlement of public fund in his trust.
A true Nigeria is perfectly perfect in perfection,
He is not dubious as you may think and have in your
Wrongly wronedg mind of mind towards him.
A True Nigerian is never lazy and idle like they say,
He is hardworking, goal driven, dreamer and doer.
He knows his rights and obligations in his society.
A true Nigerian is a true African decorated with an
Unfading black blood in his strongly strong vein.
He is honest, gentle, courageous and easy-going man.
A true Nigerian is a poet because he sees beyond you.
A true Nigerian is holy not fanatic fool in the church.
A true Nigerian believes and hope in the land of his forebears that goodness shall spring out from it.
He is educated, intelligent, world class citizen and
A thunder that strikes to destroy evil among his people.
He looks right into your eyes and tell you tomorrow.
A true Nigerian is a reader not a watcher of event,
He is a researcher, world class entrepreneur.
A true Nigerian obeys the laws of the land,
He is a goal getter among all in the World.
Show me a million succeessful men around the world and; I will show you thousand of Nigerians among them.
We are blessed in many ways, nurished with a talent of gifts; Nigerians are blessed and uplifted.
We believe that If something that was going to chop off your head only knocked off your cap, you should be grateful and when a girl has beauty without Brains, the Private parts suffer the most.
We are Nigerians, we are proudly Nigerians.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Umbrellas, brooms, chickens
All they offer us to hope for
Dying dreams
Fascinating atmosphere
Smiles on the faces of the poor
Equality before the law
Land of freedom
Land of great dreams
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 9
Hope and faith for The masses
Recreation of. Liberty and freedom
Long life and prosperity in future
Smiling birds with songs of Praises
Clothed children with Assured future.
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 10
Freedom of the Press as a watchdog
Freedom of speech and freedom after speech
Freedom of movement to recreate and renew
Freedom among the poor and The voiceless
Freedom of choice and peace for all
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 11
Power supply And good atmosphere
Table for all, love and unity
Unity in cultural Diversity
World class citizen, world class Nation
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 12
Faithfulness among the leaders
Drive to maintain harmony
To satisfy the masses of their quest for goodness
Humbleness not as crafty as the fox.
There we climb Above the ground
To recreate excellent spirit of the tradition.
Nigerian men are frustrated,
Many lost in fury and confusion,
Some are entangled in the spirit of yesterday' glory.
Men are now kids rather than kings,
Every strong man struggles but many never stand
Instead, they slumber at home waiting for their wives'
Bread.
Nigerian men are confused,
Many lost in the lorry of life battles.
They are as sick as their secrets, smiling
When they are supposed to cry at their misfortunes.
Nigerian men are lost in the wood of desperation!
The zeal to become is gone in fear and pity,
When shall we be free in our own land?
Our creative minds are caged in the dust forever.
Nigerian men are demoralised,
Dollar is high, they all sing with a bitter throat now.
The song hit side by side on the walls of their mouths, change has come but some are still looking
For the change promised with a sweet tongue.
Mr President is in a fight with the wind for corruption
Let's see who wins, Mr president or the wind.
Nigerian men are dying!
Nigerian men are abused!
Nigerian men are frustrated!
Nigerian men are disappointed!
Nigerian men are deceived!
Nigerian men are abandoned!
Nigerian men are poor,
Poverty runs through their blood vessels
Nourishing their weaknesses and impotency.
After Dollar, comes fuel scarcity, after fuel,
Then; Nigerian men shall fight for Power,
Stupidity in channels of madness in my country.
Many men never knew who they are in the dark!
They antagonise failure and mistakes as an enemy
Not knowing that they are ingredient to life success.
Nigerian men seek and fight only for themselves!
Nigerian men are down now!
None talks about getting up again,
None of them ever talked about the elephants,
They now look at the grounded ant for help.
They congregate their minds each morning on the
Bed without thinking out solutions to their troubles.
They masked their insecurities and reveal their imperfection.
The state of Nigerian men now is 'unpennable'
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
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Good housing scheme
Good educational system
Conducive tourist centres
Suitable infrastructural facilities
Love, unity, freedom to all
The attitude that means great scare
And birth sufferings we couldn't bear
Thank God he's sick, we pray he lacks care
Centuries of "didn't care" land us in misery we now wear
We didn't care if the well was not well
"Grant us a token to dine" the town's well is too expensive to make well
We didn't care if farmlands became bushy for we Stood at the mercy of crude that make us fat while slumbering
We didn't care to explore our bounty till crude lost face among peers
We didn't care if our products were messy
white groceries were on spots for cheap barter
We didn't care to snuggle our culture before westernization put us in oceanic soup
Our heritage is unmaintained because we didn't care
We didn't care to say NO till the we are made to have no choice
Public enjoyment in belly of few men because we didn't care
We didn't care from the start now our care means nothing, our tears finds no hope
We are where we are because WE DIDN'T CARE
1. Nigeria my mother's land
Old as olumo rock
Always green in vegetation
Rich in culture and traditions
5. Nigeria my mother's land
A nation with diversified ethnic group
A nation of diversified in ethnicity
But infield in unity
9. Full of love and caring
Full of different tribe's and custom's
11. Nigeria my mother's land
As colourful as a rainbow in the dark
Shining like a star in the heavens
Sweet as a honey
15. Field with wisdom and knowledge
A land of great icons in work diligent
Our land of hope by two rivers divided
With lush vegetation by nature provided
19. A nation that feeds on diet of heavens
supplement
An ocean that runs through the test of raging
Storms un torn
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 5
Good leadership and oneness
Prosperity and equity in all Aspect
Peace and orderliness in absence of injustice
Terrorist free country,
Subject to her responsibilities.
African Cameroon Nigerian Birth from The CREEK NATION
I am black
Yet I am one of God lambs
I am also African/CameroonNigerian
And also birth from the Creek nation
Lo, I am of blended shade
Darken medium blend
I am BLACK
Yet I am also African/CameroonNigerian
Ahh!! and also birth from the Creek nation
Yes! part Creek indian
Funny, No not really the Creek also had slaves
If we of mixed races were dogs
Would be called muts
And you know, no matter how light skinned were
Still have to sit in back of bus
All of this is in my past
Discrimination and slavery
So much part of my DNA and history
Peel my skin away I'm the same I bleed
I'm Gods child, I am a human being
African, Cameroon, Nigerian Creek
I am black
Yet I am one of God lambs
I am also African/CameroonNigerian
And also birth from the Creek nation
3/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
A world class country
Where corruption remained an enemy
Bribery a foe to the leaders
Good roads and better pipe borne water
Constant power supply.
Some Siberian
Or could be Nigerian
Opposite climates.
My Forward Day by Day for Sunday
January 17th mentions Diocese of
Akoko Edo, Bendel, Nigeria. Other
dioceses of Ondo, Aguata, Niger and
Ahoada, Niger Delta are also mentioned.
Jim Horn, Episcopalian and Retired Veteran
FOR DR. ABUBAKAR OLUSOLA SARAKI
Ilorin is bereaved again: another calamity has struck!
Ilorin has lost another pride of the community.
Saraki this time! Why has Mr. Death focused on us?
He has already extorted enough from us already
but his discontentment has prodded him
into snatching Saraki again. Ah! Extortionate!
Our unique exponent of politics has deserted us,
leaving us bereft of confidence.
After the consecutive demise of Oniwasi Agbaye and Sulton Kamal,
I thought my pen would go to bed and rest
until the dawn of 2013, but it was not to be.
Abubakar Saraki’s departure is enough to cause me
to bestir myself again, especially when I visualize
how he lived and bested his opponents,
leading a life that was devoid of failure and defeat.
God has a way of perfecting some like that.
After the death of Baba-l’Agege,
I believed Arabic literature and outright bravery
had followed their commander, and that was the end of it.
But a good many brave writers surfaced afterwards,
though their skills not matching his.
After the passage of Alhaji Agba,
I thought we would never get over the expensive losses:
his matchless knowledge, adorable tolerance, effective prayers…
But many an embryonic scholar emerged,
though not the exact like of Baba.
God’s omnipotence is not subject to limitations.
I send condolence to Dr. Bukola Saraki, Sen. Gbemi Saraki,
and my brother, Laolu Saraki, including their followers and fans.
The peoples of Nigeria I sympathize with you.
And Ilorin community should not be dejected.
Saraki was a man of conspicuous looks,
a man of benign character, his benevolence
extending beyond his arms-length.
To him kindness means kindness, even to one’s enemies.
He was a man that commanded respect home and abroad.
Yet all this appealed not to desperate Mr. Death.
O’ God, Saraki’s presence was encouraging,
characterized by successful children, love and care.
Strengthen us so that his absence shall not create
a foreboding of more tragedies, but be an exit
that betokens more fortune for the bereaved.