You look so pure, like Nigerian water
So rare as precious diamond.
With every word, you speak of good and God
At the sight of ugliness,
Your eyes become River Niger–of tears.
You stand like Zuma rock
Behind the despised truth
At the cost of your thirsty throat.
Now young lady, hold my hands
We could build fence for human beings
with human minds.
Let’s fight those goats and rats
drilling the root of our fence
and break their toothless mouth .
-Musa Kalim Gambo