"I don't understand you", they say because of my accent
"Hey black girl", they taunt me because of my skin
They say to me, " your heritage must be a sin
Then I read in the books never relent
I learnt from another to stay true
Then I read more and my eyes twinkled.
I devoured this wealthy pages whole like fufu
I knew I was so much more, I was empowered
When they came back to taunt me, I hit them with my new found juju
But even with the books, my heritage was taunted
I then wrote for them to read about amala and sharia
I took them on a journey until they felt haunted
For every page was about this Naija
I made them crave for my heritage of Africa.
Naija to the world















