Like never before
The springs will flow
Fruitfulness will be our true colour
Men of double character
Will be strange in our eyes.
Anomalies will cease
In our plethora of expectations.
Traffic would be beauty to behold.
Hunger would be, but for
Men without mouth.
Hope beckons on Nigeria
For days too beautiful
For the word, ‘beauty,’ to describe
Our streets would be too real
For the streets you know now
And the streets to come.
It’s a new Nigeria
That will explain the
Beauty of heavens,
Not even to the fullest.
No news will go on air
Without the name Nigeria.
Heroes will spring up
Like flowers in autumn.
Loyalty of a dog
Would be found in men.
Serving spirits of camels
Will posses men.
Now it’s a baby eagle
But in maturity
It’s exploits will dazzle
For nations to behold.
It’s lamentations now
Would be confined
To history books
Intimidating paraphernelia in
In government will vanish
Elevator will open
For churches that
Don’t preach for money
Hatred would be scarce
Love would become culture
Password for our treasury
Will paint begging as crime.
We shall lend to nations
As our scriptural promise
As good folks comment
‘Our background will not
Permanently put our back
To the ground.’
Crops will yield
Beyond plans
You would be a Judas
Not to uphold our flag.
Green White Green will wave
Upon every home
With strength of horses
Men will fight for this nation
Then will labours
Of heroes past
Come to fruition
‘Cos God of creation
Navigates our noble cause.
Fola Daniel Adelesi
The Idea Doctor
7th Oct. 2006