Once upon a time,
Far away in the africa desert,
In the black land of agony concert,
There’s Nigeria, our nation.
Encapsulated by drama of the prisoners of the mind,
Tortured by the hands of colonial masters,
Living their lives through us.
We were never in the best of sense,
We never enjoyed our existence.
Under the heat of quizzical glare,
We saw a glorious reality, but yet unclear.
A fight for liberty was inevitable,
Strategies and plans laid on round table,
Male, female, young and old,
For the freedom fought; so i was told.
We won! Yes indeed we won!
Nigeria! We hail thee,
Our own dear native land.
Though tribe and tongue may differ,
In brotherhood we stand,
Singing praises of the one-in-three,
For the new glory and reality we now see.
-Adekanbi Ademola Michael