In Our Little Village

In our little village Nkporo, We live in harmony and help each other. We share among ourselves the golden rules And nighbours remember their neighbours. We play hide and seek at our leisure time Creating kite and building houses with clay. When the elders are around the corner, We play calm and whisper little to each other As they eat kolanuts and drink palm wine. Boys must not look at girls eye to eye, And boys must not talk to the girls Because we were told it is bad But never were we told why it is bad. At night, we stay separately Under the mango trees to listen To the moonlight tales of "Omalinze" After, boys dance along with boys Girls sing"kpakpangolo" along their paths. They never told us why girls must Be separated from the boys. Until we go wild and nasty, In our games we meet; We feel the girls emotions and feelings. We entangle, caress and watch them groan And moan passionately in our arms. We disobey the elders and fall in love. We try to see what the elders were Hiding from our today's eyes. So we deep our fingers into where it ought not to go Because the elders never told us why the boys Must not be with the girls. Boys meet girls behind the elders, The pleasurable experince becomes sweeter. We mingle and entangle with them for sometimes Behind the village "Iroko" trees and boys Put girls in the family way because the elders Never told us why the boys must not look at the Pretty girls in the eyes. (C) JCV #village life# rememberance# missing childhood#