All my life living as a true Nigerian with the green-white-green blood flowing through my veins, arteries and heart,
Like river Niger and Benue flowing with shimmering waves during the rainless seasons and in March.
It flows with the strenght of a million charioteers even when there are no chariots,
It flows with the strength and pride of the eagle and the dignity and speed of the horse.
It flows up rocky hills and through fatile valleys giving rise to the ever beautiful Coctus spectabillis.
A true Nigerian I am, and my heart is the coat of arm.