I Go See My People Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Twenty years i left home abroad
Looking for a greener pasture
I missed my people but i let go of
Them to face life according to my desire
Now the water had dried in the oceans
I heard they were in pains and agony
The women groaned whilst the men moaned
I summoned courage and traveled home
I could not identify the way to my ancestral home
The trees are taller now and more house built
The children wiser and the girls smarter
I go see my people in travail as though as
A pregnant woman in expectant
Twenty years i saw them last
i traveled go see my village
When i asked papa what had happened
As i saw his torn clothes weeping
He wept, papa wept, uncontrollably
Mama torn the verses of tears in her eyes
Flung herself on the mortal ground
'bad leaders Thrust us in pain' she told me
'Ebola virus Stripped us naked ' papa said
Now i know leaving home is a crime,
No place like home i thought
My eyes searched for those pretty damsel
We played together but they all had grown
I looked for the mold houses we built but
They are no more
Dim is gone, Nonso is sick of Malaria
Chike is mad.
The children are more naked than before
I realized that mine was different because i left home
Somnolent rhythm wafted round my mind and echoed
Out of my mouth when i saw their travail at home
I missed them all but must let go
Home her i come claim me not