Ijeawale
Ijeawale, the daughter of my youth
Do you know the value laden in your name?
Come close, let me tell you the truth
So you don't have to be ashamed
Anytime you hear the sweet sound of your name
Nneoma, the ancient tree of wisdom
You have been a sage, even from your tender age
The Palmtree whose leaves never falls, even in autumn
Here I am, seated for you to engage
In this chitchat we have had, even from Adam
Ijeawale, the Sunrise at dawn
Why do you resist your heritage
Let me give them all to you before I am gone
This has fallen on your laps, you don't have to fudge
Come, come closer, let me teach you how to enjoy this like a porridge
Nneoma, you know I have a dream
You know I have the ambition of gaining admission
Yet you want me entangled in this meme
Let's see how this comes to fruition
Because I cannot jeopardise my future
My dear, this is your future
To offer libations to the goddess of our land
To mediate between us and the spirits on this altar
How do I tell you before you understand
What a shame, your mind is on the Queensland
It's true grannie, my mind is on higher things
On science, fashion and not fable
Now why do you want to click my wings?
What you want is too hard, I won't be able
I can't give up my dream for a fable
Ijeawale, you have to make a choice
Between yourself and your people
Are you black and united or white alone, I need your voice
This time, be firm don't be addle
Nneoma, the great daughter of the sea
I have chosen to be myself
It's obvious, I hope you can see
I can't live a life to please plenty people, let them please themselves
Copyright © Chigbo Solomon Peter | Year Posted 2017
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