Nigeria Poems - Poems about Nigeria

They can be so much more if only you let them in if you show them a world beyond screens and borrowed dreams. They are not yahoo boys. They are survivors of a broken system running from the weight of waiting where opportunity hides behind closed doors. Imagine who they could become if the field was level if rules were sacred and hope wasn’t taxed by...

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Where am I? Don't tell me I'm in Nigeria Did I tell you I want to be born here Is this wickedness or something. Where am I? Why Africa why not the world? Why subject me to the colonial masters Why making me a slave to westerners. Where am I? Why the world why not Heaven? Is this mere wickedness or Ignorance? Why bring me to...

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In Enugu, where coal city dreams rise, Beneath Nigeria’s sun, under African skies, Hills whisper tales of Igbo grace, Ancient spirits dance in this sacred place. Palm trees sway, red earth hums low, Nsukka’s wisdom in breezes flow. Markets pulse with kola nut’s cheer, Okpa’s warmth draws loved ones near. From Awhum’s falls, where waters sing, To Udi’s cliffs, where...

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I hear the voice of Nigeria, The silent whispers drill, From bustling markets to ancient hills. Those of the Hausas in the north, With gentle cadence in stories deeply sown. Those of the Yorubas in the west, Vibrant in rhythms and richly manifest. Those of the Igbos in the east, Resilient in spirit, never to...

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I chuckle soft when people fume, And blame the lot in suits and gloom. “You see those leaders? All a scam!” But who’s still selling free yarn? Was it not your own cousin’s name, On that campaign with matching frame? The nurse who sighs, “This ward’s a zoo,” Still checks her brows in selfie view. She posts, “On duty, Lord be praised,” While someone’s...

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We were five in the room, Mama whispered her last prayer before bed, the fan turned slowly, tired like the rest of us. It was just another night stars above, silence below. Then the silence cracked open like a curse. They came with shadows wrapped around them, faces hidden, but eyes burning red. No one spoke. Only machetes did. And they had a lot to...

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I am no king, yet here I stand, A puppet bound by Baba’s hand. He lifts me high, he pulls the strings, He owns my fate, he crowns my wings. He whispers soft, “The throne is yours,” Yet locks my soul behind his doors. With stolen gold, he paves my way, My name, my face, the price he pays. He calls me son,...

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A country in Africa's kaleidoscope of culture, Unique and blessed, with natural and human riches to nurture. Roles blur, names defy convention's might, Husbands are "Baby," sons are "Daddy," in this whimsical sight. Saturdays are sacred for weddings' joyful sound, Car keys and iPhones float, pocketless, without a bound. Relatives rush to bury, but shy from business aid, A paradox of priorities,...

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In Lagos' vibrant mosaic, life abounds, Multicultural threads, in waters surrounded. Lovely, funny, and resilient souls reside, Great leaders emerge, yet hurdles abide. Morning rush, nighttime chase, ceaseless pace, Some seek rest, others rise, in endless space. You wonder where the crowds converge and roam, A city of mystery, where not all are known. Superhuman, mysterious beings weave and spin, In public transport, life's...

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In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made" A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom,...

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Today, I am sixty-four years young; my spirit sings. To those who stood for me, I salute and praise, Your sacrifices and love, forever in my gaze. To the brave hearts who fought for my independence, I hail thee; your courage sets me free. To the fallen heroes and heroines, Your legacy lives on. To the present generation, I say: Treat me better,...

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The moon first came in between the day and night hanging la, la, la, ...... Vampire's breaches like monster like dragon like Gongola before?, fula bridge and cambridge and redsea and a lot more?. Moo, ...

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Once upon a time in Nigeria Lived a storyteller with a voice like the wind His parables, like whispers, traveled far and wide Touching every corner, stirring every mind. He wrote of a land where the yam was king Where the ancestors’ drums forever sing. He told of Okonkwo, fierce and proud In a village where...

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Are you traveling to Oron to be lost In the mysteries and secrets of Ekpe, the Bermuda triangle lban Isong, a land deeply rooted in the ocean With queen of the coast, daughters of mermaid Of the marine race inhabit this town A man who visits Oron may never return again He's forever lost, lost to his lust The care and beauty...

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In the land of Nigeria, strong and bold, Super Eagles soar, stories to be told. To the final they’ve flown, no easy feat, God’s grace and hard work, a victorious beat. Nwabali guards, a goalkeeping gem, Protection’s force, a powerful emblem. Ekong, a titan, no one dares defy, In the field, his strength reaches the sky. As the final whistle nears, in the...

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