The pilot’s voice announced our arrival
Through the window, we peered anxiously for glimpse of her
From behind the hazy cloud she emerged
Rusty zinc and red roof sprinkled across the landscape
Despite her scars, she’s still beautifully made
Motor cyclists like bubble bees swarm the streets
Hustlers and peddlers are calling for my attention
Hope appears to be distant
Yet you always embrace me unconditionally
You laughter, your smile, your food and your music puts me at ease
You speak to me in a familiar language
I leaned over to the driver and told him
“I’m still in love with her”
He said: “Who?”
I said “Nigeria”!
Through the window, we peered anxiously for glimpse of her
From behind the hazy cloud she emerged
Rusty zinc and red roof sprinkled across the landscape
Despite her scars, she’s still beautifully made
Motor cyclists like bubble bees swarm the streets
Hustlers and peddlers are calling for my attention
Hope appears to be distant
Yet you always embrace me unconditionally
You laughter, your smile, your food and your music puts me at ease
You speak to me in a familiar language
I leaned over to the driver and told him
“I’m still in love with her”
He said: “Who?”
I said “Nigeria”!