Our skin is as pure as gold
Shines more brighter than diamond

Our beauty was used as cufflinks
We sold ourselves to dollars
Now suffering the naira
While our culture became clothing’s to the white

We are living in our own bondage
Dreams sold out of greed
Hope lost since yesterday
From tribal wars
Religious crisis
Politics
And cruel ambitions

Yesterday was our independence
Yesterday was when we cast the spell
Bonding us in an epileptic governance
Yesterday gave birth to today
And we are still Living the past in the present. …