Farewell To Old Places Poem by Ceejon Ezinwoke

Farewell to these old places
That let me step on them
Your dusts will stick on me
On the soles of my restless feet

How hardly I knew,
Of your people kind and mild
A people never void of smiles
As they toiled by day and night

Ever pricked by the kaya bush?
And healed by dogon yaro leaves?
Ever bathed in the Sahel sands?
And shaded by her thatch and mud?

How kind you were to me
The knowledge you did confer
I now know what I never knew
And yes, I wish I knew more