Lorette ' OUR DEAR NATION'

The giant of Africa,
most populous black nation,
a land of great fountains
where honey flows like rivers,
the home of natural endowments,
abode of natural resources,
the pride of the continent.
A land of incomparable bliss...

Till her soil
for countless treasures abide therein,
explore her plains;
to experience enchanted pleasures,
to beauty footprints of massive events,
toothing gums of the young dreams.
An earthly paradise it is
where men dwell with ease.

My fatherland was a land of peace,
differences of religion and region,
with diversities that are legion
and multitudinous disharmonious cultures,
does not crumble the land to pieces.

My motherland,
full of wonderful adventures,
forests of magnificent trees,
bearing sweet fruits and seeds.
Obeche, iroko, mahogany,
mountains of gargantuan enormity,
hills, rocks of fortune.
The waters of the Savannah,
game reserves and wildlife
are but few of her wonderment.

The deciduous trees of the Sahel,
alluvial soils of the plains,
fluvial sands of the bays,
the chilling atmosphere of the sea.

Ancient crafts of blessed memories,
artefacts of invaluable treasures,
mysteries of legends and myths,
histories of heroes with great might,
those who fought bravely for all,
men of valor
with mouth- agape tales of victory,
all abound in our dear nation.

But not the same anymore,
all the bounties that was in the lofty deposit
are being wasted in vain.
Conditions keep getting worse
as our nation sails forwardly backward
in the journey of 'sixty' years.

Now, a minion in Africa,
whose peace had been torn to pieces.
Insurgencies; the rampant menace,
fuelled by intolerance,
over our multiple diversity.

Our serene landscape,
the fruitful vegetation
are mostly in ruins.
Many Minerals abandoned,
natural resources graving untapped
but for the exhaustible oil
that damaged the lands,
sad reality of the day.

Bad leaders with mantle of authority
downplay judgement of the Almighty.
Vicious followers trailing behind
without any iota of love in mind.
The selfless efforts of our heroes
is being dragged in the mud,
deeply we sink into mess
by the seconds and minutes that ticks.

O Nigeria!
What had befallen thee?
Why art thou in this state?

Arise O Compatriots!
Get ready, fellow Patriots!
To revive the past glory,
to redeem the challenges,
to build a nation
where peace and love reigns.

Abdulganiyy Badmus.

This golden bard seems to eulogize his country from the beginning but later expresses his anger over the values his country has lost. At the last stanza he
opens few hints of his country's name(Nigeria) to his readers and admonishes citizens to be patriotic.