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Toyin Adetiba Poem
I am an African
Born and brought up in a village with no silver spoon
Grew playing with old and tattered bicycle wheels at noon
Never to know that when at dusk, darkness will cover the brightness of the sun
I play with friends, not all of the same age, with the light from the moon
Mother call out, its time to sleep, but on the mat to roll on
To the village stream we go, swim and come back with water
School? The village school we go to better lives with lots of laughter
Coming from school, thought of mother and father using the water
From the wooden window, behold the serene that make my village matter
One cloth I have after my uniform, happy that it covers the real matter
Songs I remember to log into the past of the village champion
With axe I cut the woods for cooking porridge with onion
Wrestling and dancing, the village champion enjoy to move on
Never think of the danger of wrestling without modern medicine to lean on
But the herbs, the massage from mama enjoyed the champion
I am an African, because I am born to be one
Freedom I enjoyed from the ancestor to lead as I move on
African I’ll be, never to return to be another race
Africa, an African, very proud to be part of the race
I live for Africa, the race control by the ancestor’s grace
Copyright © Toyin Adetiba | Year Posted 2022
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