At independence, we erected the mountain of ethnicity.
Which gave birth to our religious divide.
We sojourns from the warless merger to the conflicting stool.
Our story of endless beginning.
Our untold story.
Where the guide kills the conformers.
Where poverty is the barge of identity.
Where cows are valued more than rearers.
In the coming age,
Nigeria nations shall be located among the galaxies.
So that the Ibos would have peace.
Hausa’s shall take their peace.
And the Yorubas though if they like would take theirs in white plate.