Filling in colours in my circle of limit.
I once again remembered my home. The one that holds over 500 ethnic groups as one big family.
Playing through the strokes of her green and whites like lights and shades.
Even a colour stroke out if bounding makes my drawings, poor.
But in her eyes, I see myself.
In her heart, I feel my soul.
Rich is her culture, tradition and heritage.
Like nowhere else.
In her smile, I hear praise.
Praises from the heavens,
Being proud of who I am and who I've become.
In her heart,
I feel the hues of magical rainbows.
And once again,
I remind myself to always be in the circle of her greatness.
I increase the radius but don't cross the circumference of her limits.
My love for her us till eternity.
I smile as I fly her banner of green and white in the sky.
For I am proud to be a Nigerian.
© Madinah_Writes
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