In a world woven by a tapestry’s thread,
Where cultures collide, and stories are spread,
I stand at the crossroads, unique in my guise,
A Nigerian heartbeat beneath foreign skies.
With melodies rich from my roots in the ground,
The rhythms of Africa, a spiritual sound,
Yet here in the shadows, I walk a fine line,
Between two worlds, both distant and divine.
Sisters and brothers, with histories shared,
Yet my tale diverges, my spirit is bared,
The jollof that simmers, the suya that sings,
Echoes of home in the joy that it brings.
In moments of laughter, I see their bright smiles,
But flickers of doubt traverse miles and miles,
For though we are bound by the hue of our skin,
The essence of me is where I begin.
In kente and ankara, I trace my own fate,
With a dash of that spice, I embrace and create,
No less of a story, no lesser a claim,
In the pride of my lineage, I still seek my name.
To be different is beauty, it’s color, it’s light,
A tapestry woven by day into night,
So I stand here unapologetically whole,
A Nigerian spirit, a resounding soul.
Let the world see my journey, let them hear my refrain,
That differences dance like the soft summer rain,
In unity’s chorus, our voices collide,
For in each individual, the world finds its pride.