Guess who turns 43 in October. I’ll tell you- but just wait
She's come a long way
Milked the nations with her oil
Adorned them with her pearls
She has fueled their vehicles and powered their motors
She says to them “let there be light!” and the “Kanji” obeys
Yeah, their streets are lit because her dams pump ceaselessly
Did I say pump?
That reminds me of …
My heartbeat, and then drumbeat
Her rhythms move the waists of their wives, maids and mistresses
Their sons and husbands shake to the tunes of her daughters
I name no names, but we all know them
Did I say know?
How can I forget “fame”
Her sons and daughters dine at the banquets of the kings of the earth
Their dazzling light and brilliant glory up on high towers
She knows they are hers
How? Because she named them what she alone can pronounce
And yes I did say “know”
Knowledge as never seen before
Craft is at the hands of her sons
Brilliance heralds their arrival
Their stay is marked by excellence
And their legacy remains unbeatable
Well then, who is she?
Is she rich?
Where is her domicile
Her streets must be golden
My God! She has it all!
She must be powerful
Where do her children school?
They must be lucky
Alright, so many questions,
But I must apologize,
I have no answers,
There I go - “Speechless”
Well who is she
I guess we all know…
© Fisayo Fadelu - June 2003
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