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My country my home
We celebrate but suffering
At 60 we ain’t proud of home
Yet still we live and enjoy the suffering

What more can we do
When the Government turn us down
Where else can we go
Even when you’re up they’ll pull you down
The pains of being a Nigerian
You have
as many chances
as you allow yourself.
Take one of them to be better.
Birdsong at sunrise
Rising sweet on the clear air
A hymn of morning
Writing  makes her happy.
When the pen.
Feels her pain.
And the paper.
Understands her words.
The words I didn’t say
But in silence I pray
Most times I pray somethings never happened
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