Jos
Garin haske.
City of lights,
City on a stately plateau,
Unruffled and tranquil.
See how the colonists mined your tin-
Till they had their fill.
The morning dew moisten your rich land, The mild mid-day sun warms your peaceful heart.
Jos
Garin Arziki.
City of prosperity,
City on a stately plateau,
City of bliss and peace we once knew.
Restore Jos again!
Let the calmness heal the troubled hearts,
Let the storm wash away the blood and grime,
Let the guinea corn satisfy foreigners again,
Let the gentle drizzle fall on children’s faces,
And the cattle graze on pasture green,
And the herdsmen work with staves not knives.
By Kirsten OKENWA. From the manuscript: Poems about Nigeria.
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