In the country which is mine and yours
I speak of your nigerian-ness
Of your wit fast negatively
Even though you cuddle a degree
In your bosom but you're a hobo in
Town,
Decode the code, my brother
Emulate Emeagwali in your opposite
Ways,
Siphon the money in stealthy way
And break the code.
I can see the nigerian-ness in you
I esteem my country
And I believe in you
Your escapades are not the end
But the beginning of a phase
Now though you hide your face
But go a step further and exorcise
Those tendencies that make you
To hide your face
Fix the code in the way of Emeagwali
And leave a legacy for those unborn
Your nigerian-ness
Will catch a flu that's universal
So when next you sneeze
The world will catch a cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem