Anambra Air Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

Throughout my life as a traveller
Throughout my days as a youth
I have never seen the breeze of the air
But the air of my motherland surpasses all
The air of joy and acquaintances
The land of milk and honey
The land of wealth and duty
Land of great heroes
Of which I'm not excluded
In this long journey...
Back to my land, my motherland
May this birth air welcome me in love
May my sorrows elude me at the smell of the my mother air
The eternal air that sang my birth song
Same which will echo my death song to the far north
May this air welcome me with arms wide
May its breath take me places afar
Oh air of success
Oh breath of mother wisdom
May your lands know no harm
May your boundaries know no assault
As I conclude this journey a time
As I cross the last Oji River
May I be kissed welcome on the cheeks
May the whips of this air
Turn blessed lashes to my tender body
The air that welcomes me home
As I answer to your clarion call
So will my race be heard
Oh creator
Bless the Igbo land
God bless Anambra
God bless the nation
God bless our leaders
A land of milk and honey
May we be blessed with Queen bees
And tendered by the mighty drones
As I anticipate a welcome
May the son of the soil be blessed
Blessed once again
I, Ifediirichukwu will once again fall in love with my birth air
The Anambra air