Dear Sir, I write to you as a brother, a son, a friend, and most especially a Nigerian youth. I know about you that you’ve got greatness within you, you have the ability to do things that you can’t even begin to Imagine, you have got talents and skills that you haven’t even begin to reach out for. From Jack Nicholson’s letter, to NDUKU an African boy that he adopted: Nduku, when you die and everyone you know dies, unless you do something significant with your life, it will be as if you were never born.
Ye sons of France, awake to glory, Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives and white-haired grandsires. Behold their tears and hear their cries! (repeat) Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding?