ODE: "INDEPENDENCE" BY SAMUEL JAMES

In the days when flowers fell

And gardens fold

A dying leaf whispered green 

To our clanking  chains 

Trudging the earth with heavy footsteps 

And splashing freedom 

On walls of captivity 

Behold the fragrance of newness!

Thunder echoed the whispery 

Howling of the wind

In a loud baritone that shook 

Off the dusty dress of the soil

Leaving the Earth nude and fearful 

In the beautiful wraps 

Of October 1st, 1960

Is a present called independence 

Happy independence, my Nigeria!

©️ SAMUEL JAMES 

(Talking pen ✍️ )

- Nigeria 

The poet persona praises Nigeria and wishes her a happy independence. The voice of the piece feels joyful over the freedom of Nigeria from colonisation.