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There you are,
at a river crossroad between darkness and salvation
Guilting and rinsing off the stench of your previous sins.
You'll now wear a new garment
Wrap your hair in truce with modesty
And move on towards salvation...
At fifty five;
You should indeed wipe away the memory
of those thoughtless men,
who stole from your oily pride,
Ransacked your jewels
And slaughter your defenseless children
Thus, for twenty four moments, you were on black
It remained even after several sevens had gone by....
Look, your skin may be darkly shaded
But you may choose bright colors for your independence
Is it white?
That peace and unity shall grasp the air
And the savage sects shall drop their guns,
smile at your frightened children
in admiration of what you wear
It's love with no stains of blood
Behold, a virtuous belle of an African ball...
Should it be matched with green here and there?
That the labour of your heroes past
Wouldn't be void of impact.
Teach the little ones the ways of the cutlass;
Not of the sword
So, they would till the soil,
and watch tiny leaves grow into trees and shrubs
Harvest them into the mouth of their future...
Yes! You can ;
You are a giant!
Alaafia, udo, Zaman Lafiya ;
I said it in your three tongues
So you must obey
Even the most endowed should sit and pray
That not even a streak of darkness should walk into your life again
Except it is the night ;
But then, it should bring along the moon
And promise a blissful tommorow
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