Details |
Christina Okorie Poem
Let me take you on a journey to my motherland.
Where beauty meets the eye of the beholder.
Where the sun burns and glistens on my brown skin.
Where the children play freely with no care in the world
Where the market place stands like a rainbow with different coloured materials
Where there are 54 countries.
Standing together to make up my motherland.
Where culture is amazingly fascinating
Where a great leader once lived.
Where they are mouth-watering fruits.
I have to say my motherland is worth the visit.
Glide through the safari,
Take a dive in the Victoria Falls if you dare,
Jive with the Maaasai tribe,
Receive the experience of a lifetime.
I have to say my motherland is worth the visit.
By Christina Okorie
Copyright © Christina Okorie | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Christina Okorie Poem
I want to hear the school bell ring,
But I’m not allowed
I want to hear the laughs of the pupils,
But I’m not allowed,
I want to learn about the British and how they conquered half the world,
I want to learn about the earth and how it came to life,
But I’m not allowed,
In the future I want to become a doctor maybe a lawyer or a designer,
Travel across the globe, to Paris, London, New York
All I ask for is to be able to pick up a book,
Read through it,
Learn new words,
Experience new places
But they say I can’t,
Mamma, Pappa, brother,
They say is because I’m a girl
Girls don’t go to school
They stay home,
Wash the dishes, cook, clean
Mama says ‘stop dreaming my child
If you go to school who’s going to fetch the water’
My dreams are just false hope
I can’t go to school
Because I’m not allowed.
Copyright © Christina Okorie | Year Posted 2017
|