[center]I have always wondered why
Why the beautiful seem always so sad
Maybe there is a price to beauty unknown
But known only to those who really are beautiful
Just like you my dearest Nigeria
I look at you and you seem so sad
On a day you should celebrate
Yet you seem so sad
If I was to ask you of your pain
The price of you beauty you have to pay
I can only but wonder the answers you'd give
Yes, answers cause I know it just can't be one
So could be that your children
Everyone of them you bore
Yes, every one of them who came to life from your fruitful womb
Have all refused to grow up
Still seeking milk from your warm breasts
At a time they should think of caring for you
Holes drilled deep into the deepest parts of your being
Your life blood, black rich and most precious in the world
I know you wouldn’t have minded
If your blood was spilled
To feed all your children
But NO it has been taken to give life to other women
To feed the children of aliens
While yours waste away in longing
There was a time Nigeria
You were the toast and desire of the world
Adorned with beads of pyramids
skin soft and oily
eyes white like the fluff of cottons
your hair full as a palm tree forest
beautiful
yes that’s who you were or are
I can't tell now
But yet you celebrate
You children with you too
I wish you had lambs and not kids
Maybe your kids are the price your beauty
You are not adored and respected as you should be
Their love is set on an alien woman
Yes, I see
It would be painful for a mother to be rejected
and then replaced by another woman
your children don’t mind begging
they don’t mind being servants
to the children of the alien woman
but why Nigeria
Why have you been a bad mother
Only a bad mother should be treated such
What haven’t you done right for your lambs
Ah, yes I see
I see again
I see how you shame
When I speak of your firstborns
The ones with whom you opened your womb
The ones to whom your best was given
They have taken for themselves
For themselves and the future unborn
Taken your promise
Taken your hope
But there are some of womb yet unknown
Who cry when they see what has become you
They were not fed your milk yet they love you
You may not have done much for them
Still they love you
I await Nigeria
I await the day
Those who love you are given charge of you
Then your beauty will blossom again
And the world will bow at your feet

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