Born Nigerian Poem by Vincent Onyeche

[I]
Born into the drastic harsh weather
Swollen with pride,
In treasures and diplomatic joyfulness

I’m a delightful instinctive Nigerian
Who must trench further

Ashamed, not of coal complexion, skin texture
Nor Facial appearance
For I’m the finest creature

My diverse culture is kept amused
That I shall never be a pole parted from my tradition
‘Baba’!

[II]
I’m so swollen with pride
Filled of potency and supremacy
Far away from defeat
That I believe only in affluence

When I go hunting in the evil forest
My smile calms the wild beasts
I aim at an indefinite limit
No wonder I’m so blessed with talents and wealth

I never pray for hostilities, conflict, and war
However, mysteriously I’m renamed by the western culture
Pity my ’Inamina’!

[III]
A born Nigerian
Blessed with mineral resource
But Torn by tribalism and impartiality

Scared and pray for an end in embezzlement
Most times my blood made the soils because of my Wealth
Predators swallow preys, when I cry aloud, I fall victim to the lions

Vocalizing the one language of love
I still dance to the though mislaid cultural beat
The world shouldn’t be complete without me
The delightful instinctive Nigerian
‘Ogbebor’.