Abuja. The city I call home.
A couple of weeks ago, I attended a creative workshop called IMI. The theme of the Bootcamp was to explore the bodies of the city. how we, as members of whatever city we represent, often forget how we play a role in making or marring the city. One of the tasks was to write a poem about my city. At the time, I’d describe my state of mind as “in limbo.”. I finally got around to writing something, and I hope it resonates with you and the city you currently call home.
In the heart of Nigeria, she proudly stands,
Abuja, the beauty of diverse lands.
A city where dreams take flight in the day,
Under the African sun’s warm, golden rays.
She’s a tapestry woven with culture so rich,
A harmonious melody, life’s perfect pitch.
From the Aso Rock’s might to Zuma’s peak,
From the breathtaking umbrella trees at Ahmadu Bello to the picturesque spots at Millennium Park,
Her landscapes whisper the history they speak.
Markets bustling, with colors so bold,
Stories of heritage and futures told.
The scent of street foods, a flavorful delight,
Illuminates the cityscape by night.
Gardens of green, amidst concrete and steel,
A testament to man’s will and nature’s zeal.
Churches and mosques in the skyline entwine,
Symbols of faith, coexisting, and divine.
Abuja, where progress and tradition blend,
A city of peace, on which hopes ascend.
Her heartbeat echoes with vibrant shock,
A rhythm of life, Abuja’s rock.
