When I arrived in Ekiti
The land of knowledge and origin.
I lived through simplicity,
And endured the loneliness
To the only member
Of my family.
The last one left
And I remained standing.
Living in a world of pride and prejudice.
I am the daughter of this land,
Bearing the hysteria of separation!
Of a parent-to-child
And a child-to-parent
My skin shreds,
In the wilderness of time.
Now, I am back to
Where wisdom winds have driven me.
I will till the soil and drink from it's wetness.
Food and fruit,
In agriculture, I'll find redemption.
Away from poverty!
Away from illness!
Away from a lonely death!
When sweating,
Loop fruits will juice!
Hunger strike will fall!
For health, inner tissue will seed!
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My Voice, My Choice
Poetry#1 in africanpoetry #6 in racist This poem collection contains various atrocities that happens between mothers and their daughters. 'My Voice, My Choice' is a debate between an educated daughter and her illiterate mother. Experience is the best teac...
