59 years, that’s how young she is.
Vitality pours down her brow,
As she navigates her way.
That way, filled with holes and mud,
Causing delays, quarrels and pain.
But she will reach her destination – come what may.
Dancing when she rises,
Singing before she sleeps,
Weeping too, when in grief.
No time to rest or to enjoy the view
Her loaded barrow heavy,
Many more trips yet to do.
Lady of Grace, we trust your eyes,
We believe in your promise and strength,
Joined on our path of unending length.
May God Bless Nigeria