All these years, I've searched for the land where my home is;

I walked the wild streets of Lagos,

Braved the confusing roads in Kano,

Took shelter for a while in Gusau,

But I didn't find my home in these lands.

I knew people's hearts were homes

Wider than Noah's ark,

But I couldn't find shelter in any.

Every heart I turned towards couldn't harbor me.

So, where's my homeland?

I searched and searched

Until I found myself in the land of books.

"Yes, I said, yes: I will be a citizen of that country,

I will swear allegiance to that kingdom, the kingdom of the bookshelf."