ONE FOR THE ROAD:by Collins Adolf
ONE FOR THE ROAD:by Collins Adolf
The moon shown bright like a diamond,
It was midnight in the SOUTH.
Everywhere seemed dead
But for the noise I hear nearby,
The humming of engines, women grinding one of EDO’s most cultivated crops, cassava,
They stuffed the trunk of my beetle with bags of garri, which left me the impression that food was not a palaver,
No wonder their kind HEART-BEAT with pride anytime they proclaim “Meh Omo N’Edo," Because they are proud sons and daughters of their soil.
The next morning, at sunrise,
I scampered my way through beasts to the EAST.
Stopped by the famous Nekede palm plantation,
Where my IMO brothers in the EASTERN HEARTLAND treated me to a feast,
Their Umunna’s however, advised that I clinch hard my fist,
So as to ward-off any challenge I shall encounter in my quest,
Which will serve only as a test?
Thus they hailed “Ibu Onye Kachasi," Because to them, I am the best.
From there I sailed upwards,
Far across the Niger and Benue Rivers to the NORTH.
The scorching sun of this region makes the climate so hot,
But it still did not deter its industrious people from raising mighty pyramids of groundnut,
No wonder KANO remains the CENTER FOR COMMERCE,
Largely brought about by the communal bond shared by its people,
Irrespective of their Masu Saurauta or Talakawa status,
They hold in high esteem their slogan “Muntane Arewa,” For they are all from the North.
At sunset, I was already on my way out
Enroute to ancestral ILE-IFE in the WEST.
With cocoa pods littered around vast plantations
Busy days await these farmers who never mind, still prostrate to passer-bys like me saying: “Olorun dari wa ninu Irin ajo,” Praying that God guides us through our journeys
Indeed OSUN is the LAND OF VIRTUE.
@collinsadolf
Instagram: @aoc_writehub
The moon shown bright like a diamond,
It was midnight in the SOUTH.
Everywhere seemed dead
But for the noise I hear nearby,
The humming of engines, women grinding one of EDO’s most cultivated crops, cassava,
They stuffed the trunk of my beetle with bags of garri, which left me the impression that food was not a palaver,
No wonder their kind HEART-BEAT with pride anytime they proclaim “Meh Omo N’Edo," Because they are proud sons and daughters of their soil.
The next morning, at sunrise,
I scampered my way through beasts to the EAST.
Stopped by the famous Nekede palm plantation,
Where my IMO brothers in the EASTERN HEARTLAND treated me to a feast,
Their Umunna’s however, advised that I clinch hard my fist,
So as to ward-off any challenge I shall encounter in my quest,
Which will serve only as a test?
Thus they hailed “Ibu Onye Kachasi," Because to them, I am the best.
From there I sailed upwards,
Far across the Niger and Benue Rivers to the NORTH.
The scorching sun of this region makes the climate so hot,
But it still did not deter its industrious people from raising mighty pyramids of groundnut,
No wonder KANO remains the CENTER FOR COMMERCE,
Largely brought about by the communal bond shared by its people,
Irrespective of their Masu Saurauta or Talakawa status,
They hold in high esteem their slogan “Muntane Arewa,” For they are all from the North.
At sunset, I was already on my way out
Enroute to ancestral ILE-IFE in the WEST.
With cocoa pods littered around vast plantations
Busy days await these farmers who never mind, still prostrate to passer-bys like me saying: “Olorun dari wa ninu Irin ajo,” Praying that God guides us through our journeys
Indeed OSUN is the LAND OF VIRTUE.
@collinsadolf
Instagram: @aoc_writehub
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