Poetry

“9gerya”

I shall forever be glad at your call,
You whose warm arm,
Embraces me like a nursing mother.
Even when I travailed in a land far away,
Your cool breeze sent a signal to me
And I felt the comfort of home.
The bells of your calling,
Resounding in my ear-
Like the tiny mosquito that never leaves its host.

My nation, my Nigeria!
Your name is the sweet milk of a mother’s breast,
The walking stick of an old rugged man,
The compass of time which brings the lost ships of our youth
Back to the land of their own -“9gerya”

ADELEKAN Abosede Kafilat

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