All
my life living as a true Nigerian with the green-white-green blood flowing
through my thick veins, arteries and heart,
like
river Niger and Benue flowing with shimmering waves during the rain-less seasons
and in March.
It
flowed with the strength of a million charioteers even when there were no
chariots,
it
flowed with the strength of the eagle and the dignity of a horse.
It
flowed up rocky hills and through fertile valleys giving rise to the ever
beautiful Coctus spectabilis.
A
true Nigerian I am and my heart is the coat of arm.
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