I have been here,
I have been there;
But there seems no more shores in this River.
I am not sure if this River used to be good-
Or as bad as it seems today.
From what our ancestors told and untold;
It seems to be fair.
Without our politicians,
Without our Islamic-harms.
Some of us will decorate this River-
With Jasper, and Jacinth;
Amethyst and emerald,
Sardonyx and sardius,
Chrysolite and chrysophasus.
Chalcedony, beryl and topaz.
This River was made of pure gold called Wazobia.
Her name much not be change;
Not because it cannot be change,
It must not be change-
Less I change my citizenship if I cannot change it back.
After all, I am not the one with the devil's address.
Our forefathers foretells us not about this famous flames of fire.
Rationalizing ashes of human burnt of our existence.
Our cake they take with a rake;
Even when we were awake by propinquity.
Prince Ojoka
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