Frankly Dedoyin

GO TELL IT Go tell it to the mountains, The ever-blooming spectabilis , The rivers that winds through  The cultural murals of the savanna and forest zones, Of Nigeria - The home to God’s people Heaven’s anteroom on Earth. Go tell it over the blue seas To every nation where humans congregate That this vast field was the spot in the Eden garden Where the tree of wisdom sprouted The forbidden fruit of all futuristic knowledge From the Arts to the Science Nigeria: The home to the most abundant cerebral mass in the world. Go tell it to the naysayers  Who endlessly spin bogus statistics  Professing tales of doom Of how the city of Nigeria would wilt By a million fantastical reasons under the sun Yet it defies the odd, proving in many life times. Go tell it to the nations That above all - The natural disasters, conflicts, disease or poverty; Nothing insures the collective harmony of the Nigerian people  Than working the black soil of peace and progress  Nurtured

I AM THE AFRICAN I am the African My skin is as black as the night  Laced with gleaming stars swimming across Like the interior of an exquisite art house,  And the moonlight is an ancient scribe  telling our juicy Africa tales for generations Beneath the endless Black African skies. I am the African My blackness is a great twirling wall  Made strong by tropical rainforests  And savannas that nourishes my kingdom. I am the African The pores of my skin, Filled with deep oases of strength Spewing melanin-thick locks  Holding countless baubles of affection  Every burst releasing sweet pleasure. I am the African The brown hue of my eye contrast  Idyllically with my nicely hewn biology, That keeps the world ogling after my godlike beauty. I am the African My limbs - They are sturdier than the red mahogany, Steady and sure as the day. Everything about me - My colour, my voice, my stride, my essence - Deliberate and unapologetic, Fits perfectly within  The