NSUKKA, MY NSUKKA.

love for my own very ancestral home. NSUKKA precisely.

Nsukka, my Nsukka


You may have heard about Nsukka
From many a tongue that tell tales
But that may be different from Nsukka.
You may be in Nsukka.
But you may not know Nsukka.

Nsukka, a mysterious city of a Kind.
You must see in Nsukka,
If you really know Nsukka:
A topography of Jah’s craft,
An aesthetic serene map;
A sugarless sugared land,
With booming oil love.
A land hidden treasure overflows.
Boko-H crisis free zone,
That embraces many victims returned.

Nsukka, a mighty land
That breeds giant beings.
Giants not in size or magnitudes,
But in sound and qualitative minds.
A land decked with hills, plains,
Valleys, rivers forest, inter alia.
A land many envy to possess,
For its virgin oil well.

O Nsukka, my Nsukka!
How can I in my sound reasoning
Regret ever born and brought up
Under your tutelage?
The land of my ancestors,
Where breeze blows freely,
With no turbulent-torrent rain of crisis.

I love you mother Nsukka
I am proud to be your beloved son.


(Remysun)

Author's Note

Critical analysis are needed on this work

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I have never heard of Nsukka, but the description is beautiful. Really glad to hear it's a Boko-H crisis free zone. Those people seem extremely unpleasant.