For Sale #IAmNigeria

I am that orphaned child planted by the Niger admist the cactii

Embodied in Trinity for my body is green, my soul is white and my spirit green

I  bear the mark of the African tattoo

It is the weight upon  my shoulders

These I seek of the Divine, this will I sort after

WHENCE, HITHER and WHITHER I am

Guide thou me  spirit of my father’s by the moon and the stars

WHENCE

By the great river Niger 7nights I paddled with no insight

 Until the rise of the mid-day sun

 I saw and  contemplated my reflection upon the waters

The image unfurl a maiden full and ripen as Bananas

Suitors from the East, West, North and South  canvas my father’s hut

Bearing foreign gifts that has never passed through this paths

You were this Great said the the river Goddess

Shaped  with potentials and the Envy of all

HITHER

At the intersection of the great Y

Overwhelming pains of Today to the rottenness of my bones

For I am carried and hawked as oranges

 By members of my house for foreign currency

That flower that blossomed once, that brought her fruits in season

Now coarsed to the ridicule and scorn of her mate

I am the proverb of the tree brought down by an axe

Who ellected the axe  ruler of the forest for it’s wooden handle

WHITHER

Beyond the Niger at the other side of the great Y

Is the Benue, iwas not allowed to paruse in this mortal form

For it is the land of the unseen full of possibilities

I gaze upon this new land with lust for her beauty is not vain,

A perspective of fota morgana appeared

Splitting in two ” the 2-horses”

Ridding the one left, I saw a land of desolation

watered by the blood of her offspring

 nakedness lay bare and no one comforts  her as she wails

Tears rolled my cheek as I returned

 Ridding the horse by  the right,

 it opened unto me a land green with pasture,

 the mystical virgin Cannan flowing with milk and honey, 

a land that care for her young restored to her place of glory with a smile upon her face

The joy of this expression still lingered my countenance when the voice beckoned

“The past is lost in her Glory, the future is open ended what matters is Today”.

NIGERIA WILL ARISE SHE SAYS….PLANT THE SEED OF HER SPLENDOR TODAY