Ode To My Village

When I stand on the Hills and stare down, while milky sunbeams shine asound, I admire the grace with which spreads my Village, its glories and innocence. Oh my Village! that valley wherein I first kicked, That place where I first experienced my birth, That Paradise where the birds play and cling While happy children cuddle and sing. That Valley wherein I ate Irish Potatoes Drank sweet palm wine and ran wild, Where I savoured sweet achu, hunted rat mole. Oh! life so pure! Oh, my sweet grandmother and father! They raised me to love this sweet land. They told me one morning as I stretched- "Mowi, yu'u, there is no better place than home." Now I understand while I behold the radiance, The opulence of this village Politicians want to steal, Politicians and leaders so neglect- But I say to them, "you are wicked, wicked!" "If there is a place that is home to me, Where I will love to grow and make square, Where I'll love to hug and bless It is my village Bamendankwe."