My root

Behind the black mountains and hills
To the fertile soil and shady rills
Down south of Bauuchi state stays
The civilized ‘zaar’ people race
Sweet home of sweet wills
The origin of our nobler praise
Sir Tafawa Balewa of those days
The name that makes our story thrills
As people from a village of skills
Fit to shine the world with our rays

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This poem tells about my origin, where our people settle to build and live.