Her mother's land
A place of life, vigour and vitality
Her green breaths freshness and life
Her white gives us a sense of purity and peace
Tales of her mother's land
A place of great merchandise
Masters in cotton,cocoa,cofea,hides and skin
Tales of her mother's land
It was a place of boom
Having oil as her spine
Tales of her mother's land
Her mother's land
A place where naira could stand-up to pounds in any contest
A place where high standard, honesty and originality was the only acceptable thing
A place where her people soared on eagle's wings
Lion of Africa
Tales of her mother's land
she says it is no longer her pride
Her spine gave her an ironical boom
she wails
A place now infected with the ting of drought
A place of poverty
And a borrower from nations
Her seat has been usurped
A place where death tolls have become unimaginable
Where are the banana and cocoa plantations?
Where are the textile industries?
where are the groundnut and cotton farms?
Where are the palm tree farms?
What happened to the tranquil we felt in our communities?
Tales of her mother's land
Now a place of hardship, violence, corruption,bitterness and challenges
A place of reproach
Tales of her mother's land
Her mother's land
A place where the shackles of devourers has held her people bound
A place where the mesh of darkness has captured her people
Tales of her mother's land
Her mother's land
Where are the reminants of old ?
Written By ;Esther Esuga
Written By ;Esther Esuga
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