Nigeria.

Her lands are green
both on the surface and within,
Down her valleys,
even up her mountains and hills.
Need I mention her virility?

She is just fifty or fifty something
But she already is mother to many
So many that  we get lost in the counting
But like a mother-hen, she is all sheltering
Treating all her children with equality.

She had sons in whom she prides
Those who stood with her in strive,
Those that nursed her to her first stride,
The stride that brought her sovereign rights.
Those that gave voice to her plight.

She has many to feed
Both her young and grown up kids
She has raised many but non is weaned
So that even in her old age she labours still
Nigeria, my mother, I love you and I always will.

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