A poem on the theme: "A United Nigeria", by Fatima Garba Yusuf (A.Y.M) Sorely, she limps On broken limbs. Dazed, she fumbles, Voicing grumbles! "Naija," I call, "How come you crawl?" Squinting, she turns. She sighs and yawns! "My dear, I'm worn! My grace is gone... When I was once A sparkling lance!" "But why?" I say, Stopping a neigh. "I'm torn, you see..." She says to me! "My kids have grown, No longer mown. But now, they tear Each others' ear! "They curse and fight With all their might While foes unite In day and night!" "Were they the ones That burnt your lawns?" I ask, eyes down. Her greens were brown! "Indeed, they did. My cash, some...