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Poetry, Drama and stories

Literature 59 days ago Participants (2)
  • Gold

    Nigeria is not only the map they drew,

    but the laughter of children chasing dust,

    the rhythm of pestle and mortar,

    the echo of markets where languages weave

    like threads in one bright cloth.

     

    She is thunder rolling in Pidgin,

    a proverb whispered in Yoruba,

    a prayer sung in Hausa,

    a tale carried in Igbo.

    Her voice is never one—

    it is a chorus, unfinished yet rising.

     

    Nigeria is the stubborn sunrise

    that shows up after every blackout,

    the jollof pot that forgives all arguments,

    the roadside hawker who knows your story

    before you speak.

     

    She is not perfect—

    but inside her wounds

    grow seeds of tomorrow.

    And anyone who has touched her soil

    knows the truth:

    Nigeria is not a place you leave behind,

    she is a heartbeat you carry forward.

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