Singapura Oh Singapura

Singapura, where tradewinds intersect. Silk most exquisite bartered for spices so rare. The east met the west bringing cultural and gastronomical delights. Where different believes, languages and skin tones were opportunities to see a bigger world.

Singapura, where lovely plantations used to grow. Gambier, nutmeg and cocoa, the British East India Company's exotic exports to the world. South American seedlings were brought from the Kew and planted in the Botanical Gardens. Soon these rubber trees became the cash cow for the British Commonwealth.

Singapura fell under Japanese control when the world was at war. Her given name was Shonan-to and she lived in oppression and fear. Banana money was worthless and rice was rationed. Young men were taken away and never seen again. This ignited the fires of self-determination.

Singapura joined the Federation to form the independent nation of Malaysia. She fought for the right to be an equal partner but was told that some were more equal than others. She tried everything to stay together but was eventually asked to leave. Singapura, you are on your own.

Singapura, there were many years of hardship and toil. Others didn't believe in you so you had to try harder. You had to smile when others said you were wrong. You had to just smile and carry on. You strived to be world class in whatever you do and eventually it paid off.

Singapura today you are 50 and I am in awe. How lovely a lady you have become. Gracious and kind, full of wisdom. A global city with an Asian soul. Thank you for the peace and stability where families can thrive. Majulah Singapura.