Atop half-century yore, a wee nation was born.
In the midst of the West-Coast of Africa’s Horne.
This nation had riches, from millet to corn,
With timber and coal, and black gold of its own.
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Its fortune was plenty; its promise was grown,
Its people were filled with such hope; yet forlorn!
Even when this wee nation was tired and warn,
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Beauty and grace would always adorn,
Her face and her lawn, each night and each morn.
Those who saw her birth took an oath and had sworn,
To advance her great throne; protect her from the storm.
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Not long from that form, her great fortune was blown,
When the Nigerian land became one combat zone.
The Civil War was a thorn. Nigeria’s unity was torn,
‘No Victor, No Vanquished,’ yet the nation did mourn.
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But after the conflict, when the Peace-Flag was flown,
Our country descended to a corruption filled zone.
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We would pilfer, groan, moan; our virtues were shorn.
We resorted to chaos. Our rise became warn.
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But of all the carnage, what we mustn’t condone,
Is the divide of religions and ethnicity scorn.
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For what is this nation, where will we be thrown,
If Nigeria divided and we each went alone?
At this time, we are 55; “Folks now we must atone!”
Morn for our wasted fortunes, that we maybe reborn.
God’s plan for this country, to us, is unknown.
But He gave us this nation to each call our own.
Our own is Nigeria… Nigeria’s our home.
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Remember, remember, the last day of September.
It ushers the dawn of the 1st of October.
Independence Galore for each person, each member,
Though, Nigeria is still littered with rotten ember.
Her grange, filled with mange. Her Unity, estrange.
Her children’s behavior range from, strange to derange.
In an effort to be better and arrange an exchange,
Her brethren united and voted for a change.
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The resurrection of this country in the right direction,
Came with the protection of the 2015 election.
The past interjection, by INEC’s dodgy section,
And their infection and defection of the Voter’s selection,
Did cause disaffection and was the height of corruption.
When a collection of people feel such disconnection,
With the erection of their leaders, there’s thirst for objection.
The projection of this year’s election had more complexion,
With the merger of a Mega-Party in the voting contention.
The Political Coup was lead by players who had no affection,
For perfection of Jonathan’s intention to Power-Ascension.
Also, the security tension caused much apprehension,
With those lunatic insurgents giving us hypertension.
Money seemed to be in retention, it denied many a pension.
And the Diezani’s in the corridors brought an unsavory dimension.
Knowing the salvation of the nation, lay with vast collaboration,
The opposition staged an intervention; made a solemn affirmation.
They gave a declaration, to usher out PDP’s 16 year administration.
They wanted to meet the expectation of a young generation.
Thus, with Buhari, Atiku, Tinubu & Rochas’s participation,
They birthed a behemoth party & gave it their full devotion.
North, South, West and East, APC continued its extension,
With one core central mission-:‘To ensure PDP’s ejection!’
Buhari emerged at the Convention, to lead opposition’s aspiration,
To start from afresh and wipe out disaffection.
They told the masses to vote the one with an honest intention.
GMB’s pairing with Osibanjo was the perfect combination.
So, for the very first time in our democratic dispensation,
The opposition was frontrunner in the General Election.
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Remember, remember, the last day of September.
It ushers the dawn of the 1st of October.
Independence Galore for each person, each member,
Though Nigeria is still littered with rotten ember.
Her grange, filled with mange, Her Unity estrange,
Her children’s behavior range from, strange to derange.
In an effort to be better and arrange an exchange,
Her brethren united and voted for a change.
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APC’s 2015 election victory was the ultimate prize.
Few thought PDP was willing to say their goodbyes.
The fear could be felt when Jega was called to arise,
To announce the results in front of everyone’s eyes.
The tension was thick; it seemed the Interim Guys,
Were getting their way, especially when Orubebe cries.
Nigerians prayed hard for The Almighty’s miracle to rise.
“Ring…Ring…” went the phone, to The General’s surprise!
“Congrats Mr President-Elect,” came the concession guise.
That one call doused the tension and did peace-harmonize.
In one night, three heroes took to the Nigerian skies;
Buhari, Jonathan and Jega’s names, will ‘Never’ demise.
When PMB took control, he started a vast sanitize.
He took the core of the nation and stripped it down to size.
He tries to be wise in actions & applies cerebral advice.
On service, he won’t improvise and he works with few allies.
Now the panic for appointments has reached quantum in size.
People scheming and plotting and planting oversize lies.
Sponsoring their names in papers, in order to sensationalize,
To remind PMB of their presence incase their memory dies.
Much Ado about ‘Who’ and ‘What’ #TheList will comprise.
“Just relax, it’ll be revealed; #TheList wont be in disguise!”
There is much to do, so much work on which to capitalize.
On our vast spending culture, Nigeria must economize.
Corruption is on the verge again of being criminalized.
As we enter this new phase, we should reflect and revise.
The next 3 years will be a challenge; people will criticize.
But the government must keep focused, despite any despise,
Which Nigerians may decide will be their way to chastise.
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Remember, remember, the last day of September.
It ushers the dawn of the 1st of October.
Independence Galore for each person, each member,
Though Nigeria’s still littered, with rotten ember.
Her grange, filled with mange, Her Unity estrange,
Her children’s behavior range from, strange to derange.
In an effort to be better and arrange an exchange,
Her brethren united and voted for a change!
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An Independence Ode that comes with a fee;
The tale of a nation that begged to be free.
My heavy heart; Oh Verily!
“…Nigeria, thy still on bended knee?”
Awo, Zik and Sardauna made a fortress for thee.
Balewa he stood, as did Macauley.
To make Ye as brave as Ye can be.
But thy Babylon-Beasts laid snares for thee,
And spread their nets with cords of glee.
There´s a storm in the affairs of man,
If taken at its stride, it can,
And lead thee into deepest sea!
For those of We who weeped for thee,
And prayed to see thee finally free?
We pondered on the only key…
…Rebelled in an effort to set thee free.
We, protégé, must continue to give to thee,
In the path of those who doth walk for Ye.
Some have followed and some doth lead for we,
To unite this great nation happily.
For our common good we traverse with glee,
To turn our diversity into unity.
Continue lifting our nation for all to see,
But the task ahead will be very heavy.
We must forge forth, struggle and win for thee,
Your unending great quest for liberty.
“…Nigeria, come off thy bended knee!”
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Remember, remember, the last day of September.
It ushers the dawn of the 1st of October.
Independence Galore for each person, each member,
Though Nigeria’s still littered, with rotten ember.
Her grange, filled with mange, Her Unity estrange,
Her children’s behavior range from, strange to derange.
In an effort to be better and arrange an exchange,
Her brethren united and voted for a change!
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Whatever will happen we must look up to God,
He giveth and taketh with merely a nod!
We must increase faith, boost our love and our fear,
Be sincere and revere and adhere to persevere.
We must believe in this nation and love it unconditionally.
Keep our ethos, our culture and our virtues traditionally.
Nigeria is beautiful, our homeland is glorious;
She’s known internationally as somewhat notorious.
Her children are maimed as rather inglorious,
But in truth for 5 decades she has been laborious.
And with help from above, she can be meritorious.
So our nation can rise and, at last, be victorious.
Motherland, I gift you this “…Word-Rhyming-Flower;
Signed, sealed and delivered by Hanney Musawa”
On this fateful day I do wish you all well.
From the tone of my ode, I hope you can tell.
My wish for my nation is Goodness-Attendance.
To every Nigerian… “HAPPY INDEPENDENCE!”
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