A song never by and for any ever sung:
Nectar and honey to smear my tongue.
My state of origin as spick and span,
Sweet and calm to remain since life began.
How the name was derived or born,
Beautiful ruggedness with vegetation tourists to stun.
Summit or hilltop, zenith or mountain peak,
With spark for her to sing and speak.
The people with joy to ever spur for sure,
A beautiful landscape thrilling all with awe,
Their spirit to ever raise high and high,
The Maker Principal to eternally highly glorify.
All the roads over the mountains or rather hills,
And across creating pleasure, wonder and thrills.
Awesome the one snaking up the hilltop;
A view of the lowland city from up the top.
Oh, how awesome!
A peaceful state with people godly and humble:
Godly contentment like motto with mind nimble.
Peace and friendliness abounding in them;
To the whole country and continent a gem.
Towards which races vast had far early gravitated,
By natural and popular endowment necessitated.
Of geniuses and genera or doyens a sweet substrate.
Before whom the gods seem to even prostrate.
In intellectual proficiency having the best and the most:
Those of whom to loudly boast and daily toast,
Who the whole world had shocked and thrilled.
With steady pride to have her indigenes filled.
Riches in her belly or womb the Whiteman attracted:
Energy source, settling here till they finally retracted.
A necessary capital beginning from the ancient east,
Spiritually to draw the curious British colonialist,
Upon the land to find pleasure and treasure.
In too great or vast and large a measure.
Playing host to humble souls;
Humble souls in their godly roles.
Up to always raise my hands in praise,
Singing for you for endless days.
And if the world will not ever come to an end,
Eternity here I shall also choose to spend.
God loves you
And I do too.
(Aniekwe Angela Chidiogo)