Wedlock Of Fate Poem by Uche Nwanze

Nigeria, a land like the innumerable stars in the Cosmos
A land of fine flora and fauna
Christened by Lady Flora
Joined in matrimony by the Lord of the Manor
On the altar of almagamation
Sacred vows she took
Words he barely understood
Lugard the officiating minister
A connubial of convenience
Nigeria, a sweet vinegar
I rather inebriate than sip any other wine
The envy of her neighbours
The darling bride of the West
Yet suitors from the East woo her
Buried beneath her giant feet, a reservoir of fortune
In a wild goose chase for the elusive golden fleece
Nigeria, a land of great warriors
The many won battles, a conqueror in chains
With a noose of despair round her neck, her nose won't bleed
Her children in tears, she will never tear apart
Though the sky wear a frown, the Sun will show her beautiful face again
Fierce ferocious fires of a failed fiefdom
Waters of unity will put out
The wind of discord may rage,
the voice of friendship will quiet the cacophony
Nigeria, no place I'd rather be
Nigeria, though drought has dried her green fields
A bountiful harvest tomorrow
Nigeria, though her sons have fled in dozens, in droves they find their way home
Nigeria, the heartbeat of Africa
On a voyage to greatness