Hold on, there’s this day i will never forget, I and my two brothers decided to follow our own rules, we woke up early before cock crow,
We wore our school uniform in darkness to avoid unnecessary commotion and softly sneaked out of our bedroom,
We didn’t even take breakfast, we avoided anything that would drag our little legs back, we couldn’t afford missing out of the phenomenal games day,
No one among us was a participant, we were among the hundreds of cheerleaders that turned up on the material day,
Category: Culture
Culture is an umbrella term which encompasses the social behavior and norms found in human societies, as well as the knowledge, beliefs, arts, laws, customs, capabilities, and habits of the individuals in these groups
Lethal Sons of A Thunderstorm
We had agreed to leave our respective homes just to keep alive the house of our grandpa,
The three of us; I as Nguma, the famous one, Ngovi, the slapping machine and Ngomoli the abductor was a deadly trio you wouldn’t want to mess with,
Before jetting out of our home, we would carry with us rolls of wires for hunting,
Also we would hang bows diagonally across our little thoraxes and head deep in the south of our ancestral land,
Blessings From My Grandma’s Piehole.
Since my granny lives along the super highway, i decided to carry with me some pawpaws,
I found her seated on a three-legged stool under a leafy mango tree weaving a basket,
Upon seeing her grey hair, i definitely knew that age was catching up with her,
I greeted her, “susu wakwa, waamukata?” Good morning my grandma…!
The Sacred Midnight Dance
In a circuitous manner the sick person would dance emphatically to impress the gods,
Nodding, shaking shoulders and wobbling their legs in an electrical manner,
This would continue up to the seventh round without stopping,
Then the seeker would drop the pieces of calabash into the middle hole, and head back home free from infirmity!!!
Rest In Paradise Fellow Soldier
He would lead the herd as we ambulated down the dusty village road headed south of my forefather’s land,
Upon reacting our destination, Tyso would chase after squirrels for almost an hour,
Then he would come back heads high, carrying it to remind me his net worth,
He was my best man, my helper, my only son, the most devoted best friend I’ve ever, Rest In Paradise My Fellow Soldier!!!😭😭😭
The African Way [Part 1]
In my tribe, Akamba, women are not allowed to slaughter animals,
It is the sole duty of a man, to butcher animals then the woman cooks it,
When food is ready they are neither permitted to eat any meat from the legs,
Nor the part above the hooves of a goat, they say she will never settle in one boma,
The Late Night Ritual
It’s a night out for the male members of our great tribe, Akamba,
We whirled up the village mountain with a male species of the Boer goat,
The elders are infront of us, holding their spears with a can of fire hanging on the fingers,
It’s time to face the supreme being that liveth on the high places, god of the mountains,
Growing Up In Africa
Contrary to the African traditions, my mother taught me how to cook,
Mama would come home carrying cassava roots in a basket,
That’s the moment i would start lighting up the fire,
Since I knew it was my turn to come up with a good recipe, the family was eagerly waiting,
The Mysterious Well
Long time ago when i was a kid, i used to fear going alone to the village well,
Dreadful stories that were told about that well, scared the hell out my nerves,
There was once a woman who went to fetch water late in the midnight,
As she neared the well, she could hear clangorous cries of small babies,
Overnight
It’s eight am in the morning. I’m standing outside my orange-coloured doorway, trying to open it, but alas! Where is the key!??? I desperately insert both hands in the front pockets at the same time. Goooosh!!!…I can’t find my keys!?…
Little Strings of Poetry 