No river Niger no Nigeria
A travelling trader all-ways present
Sailing to the west and east
The red blood in my big vein
Always good in an humorous vein
Feeding me with good fish and such
Flowing high or low on bedrock wage
Through the tight ropes
And thorny probes
Grassroots, she gives hope.
She harbors and understands me.
All I register in my brain registry
An interior and exterior decorator
Whom I was coined from
From whom I was proudly named
Her sense of humor forever chimes with me.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka