we suffered in the hands of our Masters we pleaded and cried in unbearable clusters just for our freedom just for independence to escape boredom
to give a settling feel of credence.
We where slaves under our Masters and for us all
life was death and Death was life.
we are called giants but move like ants
the level of crime is high
no assurance of safety nigh
we got our independence finally!!! but are we really happy?
are we sure of our security?
are we even sure of continuity ??
They call us Giants but we are not close to the pleasant
you can’t be denied because your blood flows in my veins
the blood of your sweat
the sweat of your work
the work of your slavery
the slavery for your children
why do you do this to yourself why
tell me why
no one knows what awaits us
but I pray for freedom to be tied us
I continue to pray for a better Nigeria
for a peaceful Nigeria, then we can be recognized as the giant of Africa.
