I am the voice that cries in Africa The voice that spoke for her freedom The voice that advocated against her inhumanity And now, I call for her peace and unity I am the voice that cries out of the valleys The voice that calls from the mountains And now, I call on my child Nigeria And his children Nigerians Who is my first born The apparent heir to the throne of Africa From the continent of Africa I conceived you In the west of Africa I bore you Unique and great among your brethren I made you With many talents and gifted hands I endowed you With numerous descendants and multicultural-language I ornamented you And with numerous gifted hands and gift of nature I beautified you The jealousy of they on the mountains I made you to be The envy of them in the valleys I bore you to be The earnest desire and dream of they around I fashioned you to be Oh! My beloved son-Nigeria What went wrong? Do not use your armor of defense As armor of offensive attack on one anothe...