"VILLAGE BOY I AM" POETRY BY: EZEKIEL MOSES

Village boy I am, African boy original

Village boy I am, citizen of the global village

Call me local, barbaric I don’t care

No matter where’d go my root I know

My tribe, my culture traditions in me it flows

African boy original

Village boy I am, black and proud for all I care

Beautiful land of Africa, where the sun shines so bright for all to see

Ice cream and tea is not my thing, Iyan, Eba, Amala, Eforiro (Local African food)

Our mud houses built with clay cooler than Air Conditioner

Early to the stream, to fetch a pail

Wooden sticks to cook my food

Agriculture my heritage, no food for a lazy man

Village boy I am, African boy original

Oyinbo drinks his wine, I drink palm wine and cola nut

Before google was Ifa, whatever you want to find

Festivals now called barbaric, rich heritage despised

Hear the bell town crier calls, what the radio does today

Early morning the cock crows no need to check your watch

Village boy I am, African boy original

Open your eyes and see, beauty of my Motherland

Imported culture a curse

Man and man marry, woman and woman engaged?

From the village where I come, this is nothing but a curse

 Village boy I am, African boy original

Yesterday today tomorrow, Africa will rise again

Village boy I am, African original

Hear the sound, feel the beat

Talking drums, bata and omelet

Wrapa that covers the body, not mini shirts that keeps it open

Boys prostrate, girls knees to say, good morning

This is beauty beyond description

See the lantern if no electricity

Surely there’s beauty in diversity

Village boy I am, I believe in Africa

The people, the nations, the traditions

Values that makes us different

This POETRY_ VILLAGE BOY I AM is written by EZEKIEL MOSES for CHANGE ENTERTAINMENT. Please send your comments to changeentertainments@gmail.com Sure you enjoyed this?