Ode to Taraba

A Land That Feeds Yet Hungers to Be Seen O Taraba, carved in beauty and grace, Where every hill and tribe finds its place. You feed a nation that forgets your name, Yet still you rise without seeking fame. Karim Lamido’s soil so rich, so deep, Births green that makes the markets weep. From Mumuye land, where yams grow best, The earth itself is richly blessed. Jukun waters, calm yet bold, Offer fish like rivers of gold. The Jenjo stand with strength and pride, Their power known, far and wide. Each LGA, from plain to hill, Gives heart and harvest, labor and will. In silent toil, your people strive Keeping distant hopes alive. You are the pulse beneath the land, The unseen yet outstretched hand. Though songs forget your endless grace, You stand, you sow, you still embrace. So here’s to you forgotten no more, The silent wealth behind each store. O Taraba, rise and let them see: A nation thrives because of thee. — Jalilah Usna ✍🏽🖤