My Mother Once Told Me

My mother once told me of my root She told me why the He goat smell Why my ancestral home was not Pull down by the then monsters Her first love at the eve of her making. How they played under the rain naked In those stone age when the earth has no sin. They romanced the clay soil in the village square Screen saved their names in the face of the sky. They built castles in the field where demons trended Where they could live and tell each other love stories. The rumor mongers came but were ashamed To see them cherished themselves after they ravaged Their relationship before the villagers eyes. The clapping of the birds and their songs Were the drives which kept them soaring. She told me of my village- Nkporo. The maidens who came from Elughu with their Heads down in appreciation to her bravery. Those who fought and stood against women paying tax at Aba. The story of the dancing trees at the village forest Where her father was killed before her eyes. By the Ohafians warriors yet Nkporo never stand up To fight for the innocent blood murdered with a white hands filled with guilt. She wasnt Nasty then but trying to grown her Emotions to accet the fact that nature had made it To be so in her eyes. Upon all that she said, dreams were found resting in the wardrobe of her heart TO make life a bed of roses to her children.