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Happy birthday, Nigeria!
Here have a green rose.
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The only
way to close a book might be to turn the page
And an
offering of peace in a time may trigger rage
The land
of my affection blazes at its coming of age
I shudder
in the wake
Of
intense hate as my strength fails
I anticipate
things disintegrate into rut and decay
I cringe
at the sight and before the waters break
I feel
the flux of faith flush my follicles feeding in grace
And the
feeling comes home
It’s
who I am it’s why I am
An indivisible
individual
It’s
all part of a bigger game plan
I am N I am the oasis of the Sahara
I am I I eclipse the sky I’m still standing
vertical
I’m a G still on the real and definitely
perceptual
I am E my game is lyric like a Negro Spiritual
I am R roaring like the black Simba it’s
natural
I’m the I in the sky so fly so intellectual
I’m the Ace riding the hate winning’s ritual
Did you
know patience is easy if it is all you have
That the
way home might lead through a graveyard
You don’t
know the half
My play’s
first act starts as all falls apart
This too
will pass my story will surpass this lame impasse
Ain’t
living in denial I witnessed the bloodbaths
I saw
the bodies turned to ash the aftermath of the blasts
Yet the
feeling comes home
It’s
who I am it’s why I am
An indivisible
individual
It’s
all part of a bigger game plan
I am N I am the oasis of the Sahara
I am I I eclipse the sky I’m still standing
vertical
I’m a G still on the real and definitely
perceptual
I am E my game is lyric like a Negro Spiritual
I am R roaring like the black Simba it’s
natural
I’m the I in the sky so fly so intellectual
I’m the Ace riding the hate and winning’s ritual
Akpan
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