Nkporo: My Country Home 8

In the farm, we roasted yams and corn Sat face to face with those shy girls, With their legs tightly closed, smiling. History came and gone, so was our stories, Study of the old life, proud of those gone. We made the culture blossomed and leaved History going up down, up down in a sloppy manner. Poto-poto tata, the new rain drenched our innocent souls. Life was the coolest of all among us. twenty one year it was Whilst i went visit my home land and found out that all those things are gone.