The giant of Africa she is called.
A land colled with milk and honey well trickled from the banks of heaven.
A place designed with idiosyncrasies of love titillated in patriotism.
IS A LAND I ONCE KNEW
But now we've let hypocritic whiffy and obreption fetter our hearts
Leading us away from our values and strength.
I PRAY FOR THE OLD DAYS
When we clem for oneness and unity.
When nothing could break us but everything made us.
- 🇳🇬 MY LOST HOME 🇳🇬 -
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