I am not Nigerian

I am not Nigerian,a dot on Europe's drawn map. My heart is. It is, because It represents the learned confusion of the Old, the corrupt survival of Mid-age and the frustrated promise of the young. That is who I am. That is whom my friends are. That is whom my siblings are.
Mish-mashed symbols of what the truth is. 'Truth is truth', I once was told. Sango is evil and the blonde man's God is good, is the truth the Brits told. I know now, 'Power is truth'; 'Money is respect'. Seek ye first the naira in bundles and every other thing shall be added unto thee. Yes, lips to kiss your butt; tongues to sing your praise; bowing heads and award plaques.
I am Nigerian,not as a member of a geographical entity but because my heart is. Because my heart has been taught pessimism and hope on the same side of the coin. My heart is so Nigerian that even when nothing works, I still support the Super Eagles. That's som'n, innit?