ours, my children.
The story is not finished.
This could be the story if our leaders donโt sit up and do the right thing without tribalism, religious intolerance, and racism.
Now go to sleep, and dream of the Nigeria we will build when we wake.
Come closer, my children, sit around the fire. Let your old grandfather tell you a story before the moon climbs too high. This is not a story from far away; it is the story of us, of the land where your blood was born.
Once upon a time, in the heart of West Africa,
Then one day, you yes, you sitting there with bright eyes will gather your own grandchildren around a fire and tell them a different story:
โOnce upon a time in the heart of West Africa there lived a people called Nigerians and they chose to be great again.โ
The choice is still