The house which we built.
It was built with bamboo sticks
Crafted in and out with rainbow like stripes.
Beautiful ‘ as they called it.
Our people dwell in peaceful without tribal difference.
It was like a house of spider where security is their watchword.
Suddenly, the house which our fathers built has become a jungle.
Where tribes and religions dwells.
Where politicians nested and kill their brothers.
Howbeit my father’s house which glow in the night like star.
A house of common dream and aspiration.
A house of one house.
Nigeria’ my father land.
We came together peacefully
But we desires different abode through war.
Though, war strike.
We shall overcome.
Seek peace the north
Seek peace the south
Seek peace Nigeria.