Ah!
I came from the street,
Where our raven-colored iris
Were like the twin color of the moon.
We rise when the sun pours down his light
On our path and roofs,
Then we rise to watch the hens
Through the mirror of the morning light,
Tapping a rhythm with our hands
On our meaty thighs.
Ah!
I came from the street,
Where our transparency is clearly
Seen in the product of our minds,
As we head deep into the deep forest
With our hunting sticks and kitchen knife
Strapped tightly to our back,
As we wade into forest to check
The hidden traps we laid out
For the ignorant squirrels and rats.
Ah!
I came from the street,
Where the traces of our beliefs,
And the voices of our tradition
Was the tool used by our ancestors
To make a deep incision over our hearts;
That made us forget for a blissful moment
The most important rule of life:
That a lazy man will always find
Himself in the cold embrace of poverty.
©Okunola Peace.
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