DEEP DOWN IN ARFICA, WHERE I HAIL FROM

 

Come to talk about my people’s way of life in Africa, way back 

Deep down in the remains of  Eden

Where everything remained as they were from creation

Where men lived not in  the fear of tomorrow.

The cock crows! It is dawn

Time to arise, time to roll the mat

 Many you will find on the narrow paths to the farms

But they wouldn't forget their manners..

Offering praises and seeking divination from the great ‘’Olodumare’’

‘’Olodumare, we are up again to the task of living

You have set us be with us and guide our ways

To fulfill our purpose of creation’’.

Chanting the words of the prayer, they set out,

Sucking in happily the freshness of the morning air,

A good sign of a good day ahead!

‘’Good morning neighbor’’ they great themselves

All happily walking down to their farms, both old and young.

Sooner, the village becomes deserted, almost like ghost town,

Only to be alive again later in the when the sun goes down.

Everyone takes to their works, yes they are hardworking.

The market place bursting alive with the daily bargaining.

Little children running about,

Playing and calling out to themselves.

It is such a delight I'd say!

All working activities go on until the evening

When all work is ceases,

Happily, all set to return home

Bringing along the bountiful  reward of the day,

Wives running home to prepare for their husbands

Sooner, the village burst alive  again

Smoke rising from each huts

Mortar and pestle rocking wildly everywhere,

Mouth-watering aroma engulfs the whole village

A perfect time to reflect on the long day

while chatting away about the day,

The night sets in and the moon comes out

It is time for the night treat;

Come along with me to the village square,

 And taste the sweetness of my culture...

 

Everybody gathers, at the square in a ring

The young girls move in, swinging and shaking their bodies,

To the sound of the drums

Young men looking and searching with great appetite for a possible catch

 The girls eying and as well showing off 

It is indeed a place to be

Children outside listening to stories from the old story teller.

It all seems the night should never end,

But the spirit that knows no old or young,

Comes around and releases its spell of sleep

Everybody has to obey the nature’s call to sleep,

And so, the day came to a temporary end.

But that was a very long time ago when the trees were still short 

but the trees have become all grown and tall

And they call the sweet simple day the old stories...