Undefeated

Here she stands before me; Undefeated
She looks at me, expectant
Her eyes worried, yet calm
Her voice shaky, yet sure
Her hands cold, yet receptive
Her clothes torn, yet she exudes confidence
Her eyes bloodshot, yet she looks well
Her body frail, yet she looks gracious,
Her teeth wasted, yet she smiles on.

The memories of what she's being through stood not in her way.
In all adversities, she stands tall
Through the storm, she holds on to hope.

When others give up, she moves;
Too tired to jog, she walks,
Too exhausted to walk, she crawls,
She has never stopped moving towards that desired and promised end.

My Nigeria, thou you are weak, lost and ravaged,

YOU STAND

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Be beautiful your own way