Next to her soul, are heroes waiting for her.
In the light and darkness, they cry out for her.
Guests of her neighbors, look out for her.
Every time they go west, they send words to her.
Right from birth, her mothers made notes for her.
In the midst of chaos, they never leave her.
All of her seeds are waiting, for the glory called Nigeria.
poem request by @teesala on instagram with the word “Nigeria”
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