It's dawn
but the birds are still hanging on the trees
the moon's just leaving the scene
and the sun getting set to rise
at Tejuosho-Yaba the pulse of Lagos city
a horde of people hurriedly
they woke the slumbering dawn
And set packing the dumb dawn
the seeds sired of the lions of Arochukwu
like a swooping eagles on carcasses
they converged in hundreds
singing the sole song of all marketplaces
many were they
who had a date with their daily fate
blessed be the Ibo nation
the most industrious, ingenious
of the most populous
Black nation called Nigeria.
ifedayo oshin
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