My Mother Once Told Me
My mother once told me of my root
She told me why the He goat smell
Why my ancestral home was not
Pull down by the then monsters
Her first love at the eve of her making.
How they played under the rain naked
In those stone age when the earth has no sin.
They romanced the clay soil in the village square
Screen saved their names in the face of the sky.
They built castles in the field where demons trended
Where they could live and tell each other love stories.
The rumor mongers came but were ashamed
To see them cherished themselves after they ravaged
Their relationship before the villagers eyes.
The clapping of the birds and their songs
Were the drives which kept them soaring.
She told me of my village- Nkporo.
The maidens who came from Elughu with their
Heads down in appreciation to her bravery.
Those who fought and stood against women paying tax at Aba.
The story of the dancing trees at the village forest
Where her father was killed before her eyes.
By the Ohafians warriors yet Nkporo never stand up
To fight for the innocent blood murdered with a white hands filled with guilt.
She wasnt Nasty then but trying to grown her
Emotions to accet the fact that nature had made it
To be so in her eyes.
Upon all that she said, dreams were found resting in the wardrobe of her heart
TO make life a bed of roses to her children.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2015
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