The bubbly homeland of my hubby.
I can hardly wait, I am in a hurry.
Travel to you I shall.

My whole being yearns;
to see the streets of Ibadan,
to smell the sheets of Eko Hotel,
to taste Agege bread with akara,
to hear the stories of Balogun Market,
and to touch the hearts of your people.

I long to belong to
your colourful ankara nation,
your fragrant flowers,
your tasty native dishes,
your loud pride of tribes, and
your inventive people’s magic touch.

All Hail Naija!
Naija will never fall.
Naija will never fail.
Mail this love poem to Naija
as I sail insearch of my own love tale with Naija!

Disclaimer: This poem was originally published on my first blog, (active 2011 to 2015). However, the poem was edited slightly prior to publishing on this blog, to suit my current style of writing.