I visited Jalingo from the heartbeat,
Through the big heart;
And then to the light of the nation, we continued through not in the dark!
For a while; to make some peace
And so we did with our urine as we heat the Coal City.
The journey continued again,
Until we arrived at the food basket to eat;
With food in my mouth so I journeyed through into the nature's gift to the nation.
Countless hills greeted me like I was the new Sairiki,
Freshly green, were the vegetations housed by the several hills;
Healing it brought into the atmosphere as everywhere was as cool as the breeze.
Climbing one of these great stones was like cooking beans, how it takes a long time to done!
With friends cheering me up in hausa
Up I go, Gongola!
Until I was finally up:
Up, I had a belle view of Jalingo.
The hills were as far as my eyes could see; exceeding the lots of Solomon!
So no mourn, So much fun!
See the sun set
See the wind talk
See the chill come
See the people, all!
All I still see!
See with my eyes on the hills.
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