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Yenson Jul 2019
The lowdown is
the low down of the west
play their games the western way
clutching a fluffy toy says this is a teddy bear

Come down the Equator
where men were born men never were boys
and blazing sun seasons and bake you mahogany hard
in the palatial forestry you learn to look the wild beasts in the eyes

The refrigerated souls says nowt
when you bawl at lions its your turn at the watering hole
and can mimic the hiss of the serpents and pull hogs by the tail
you know red eye albinos only come out at night to pose by the fire

I, who have stood under the African sun at noon
and offered it more coal to kindle its hellish fire even more
I, owner of Sango excalibur that has slain twenty plus in bloodless bliss
can I be moved by ice cave dwellers who are forever children on knees

I own rays of sun and spake with ancestors unbowed
breathe the air of the Serengeti and ascended Olumo for homage
I will drink my own blood and hear the calls of my deities to arm
I will never be moved by the music of the unclean souls in howling
celebrating their shame and praising the jins of weakness and cowardice

I am my father's son, born under African sky
I am the land that made the man of the man of the living men
I know the star that led three to herald the King of Kings forever
I know who I am, grind  me to dust I will rise and tell you yet again
I am my father's son...I know who and what I am......
I am my father's son...I know who and what I am......
I am my father's son...I know who and what I am......
George Nsikak Oct 2016
Nkoyo, the beautiful girl
The daughter of a farmer
The wife of a palm wine tapper
Nkoyo was as charming as mud
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her hands were like iron
And her fingers were like old dry wood
She had bicycle legs
And her toes were like stones
Nkoyo was as clean as dirt
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her backside was like olumo rock
It never shook and had no form
Her hips were a carpenter's craft
And her waist, a crooked staff
When Nkoyo danced
She was like a monster about to die
Nkoyo was as gorgeous as an ostritch
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her face was like a dog's dung
Her teeth shone like darkness
And her eyes were colorless
She farted through her nose
And it killed my pet goose
Nkoyo was as pretty as a bull
Nkoyo is beautiful

Nkoyo, the beautiful girl
Nkoyo was my wife
Because of her wretched looking face
I vomitted every now and then
I wish I had paid dowry
But her dad had given her for free
I was no handsome either
She screamed when she saw me naked
But I was no worse than her
We lived in our old ancient cave
Bearing ugly ugly children
In Nigeria’s heart, the wonders shine,  
From Ogbunike Caves to Yankari’s line.  
Farin Ruwa falls with power and grace,  
While Owu’s waters dance in place.  

Olumo Rock stands strong and wide,  
Idanre Hills with age and pride.  
Obudu’s mountains, calm and high,  
Where Niger and Benue rivers lie.  

Nigeria’s wonders, rich and rare,  
A land of beauty, beyond compare.  
From north to south, east to west,  
NGWonders show Nigeria’s best.
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