I Am the Banana Tree

I AM THE BANANA TREE I am the banana tree That dwells where rivers meet ; I am the banana tree That dwells where sun lives; On fertility I tower ; believe, Your party hour has come You shall now eat my fruits, As these buds you see now Shall wither not till fruits they become. When they call me barren And say I am fruitless and arid ; They that once invaded my field And carted away my buds, I heed not their buzz ; When they mock my torn leaves And call me progenitor of scarecrow ; They that once stowed their holds Till cambers with my seeds, I lend no ear ; when unschooled children Call aleovera vegetable,do we blame them? Their ignorance my knowledge Though they don’t know me I know who I am: sucker of millions nods. My first pollination they arborted When like gladiators they came And destroyed my foliage like locusts When they brought elephants to my garden And scattered all my heaps and ridges When they mutilated me like unedible snake How so soon they forget that call me infertile !!! Thanks for procreation that multiplies my breed And erects a signpost of my lavish fertility In their Lady and Lord’s vineyards forever. Rejoice Africans; Yours is not a barren womb Rejoice, yours is not infertile - I am the banana tree sprouting form the stump Of old flourished tree the wicked cruelly felled ; The sepulchre is opened , my resurrection has begun It is dawn of my accession , my glorious hour has come Because I am the banana sucker, this a tree you see now Shall tomorrow plantation become.