A Paradise For Me

I found a home Not of tiled roofs Or Persian rags Neither with a pool Golf course Nor flowery gardens I found a home Not of plasma screens Wireless networks Parties and outings Not of trends and fashions Neither of social class As a reason to be Nor economic status As a horizon of life I found a home Where candles lit my inner life And not a splash of material wealth Where birds alarm my sleepy self And not a bedside clock Where the cow dungs Fertilizes my compound Where a river Is a source of our water But it’s a home That makes me smile With a piece of cassava A calabash of porridge I feel my stomach With granny and nephews Siblings and cousins Uncles and aunties In a crowded homestead It’s a paradise for me I cannot exchange I found a home