The unripe fruit!
Nigeria my home!
The unripe fruit!
Nigeria my home!
Let me pluck a fruit
From the memory tree
One of the sixty fruit
On the memory tree
So I can place it on mirror
So I can see see and hear the echo
That pierced the sixty years air
Not uprooted from the garden of memory
The seed that is wetted
From the swelling well of sweat
From thine heroes
Whence the birth of thy nation labored
Whence thou the memory lane see the long journey from Berlin conference
Whence native nation partition by our Britton fiend friend
Lets us see thou sixty two fruit
of thou thin thick tree with elephantine stomach suffering from kwashiokor
Sour and bitter
Not even edible
By mandible
Thee sixty two fruits
Eating in the dream
Thee sixty two ripe fruits
In veggies for Zik family with kwashiokor
But the Blue turban never seen at Ibadan conference
Our borrowed fruit is not ripen
He wailed: ' the seed is not matured'
I am going back
To Sudan states
By Gomina MJ
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