That Place That Was Home Poem by Tony Adah

That place that was home;
The green hills, yawning spurs
Round brown thatched houses,
The thitckets of the backyard,
Happy singing birds and monkeys
Swaying bough to bough
In the benevolence of meadows.

Where sunset burnish the horizon
With a yellow brownish brush,
That's the place where my
Umbilical cord was buried
Where a fresh white me
Laid on a cradle of leaves
Kicking the nascent air
My shrill wailing voice
Telling neighborhood, I had arrived.

My heart loves here
In the reminiscences of my dreams
Those halcyon days
We frolick in the sand
Spun tops on same
And chiggers made meals
Of our toes.

Where father's palmwine
Frothed with fragrant foams
And mother's pestle and mortar
Turned boiled yams into paste
Upon which we were bred.

Not so now
Like an insect,
We are caught in a web
Of a white spider
And our dilemma is huge.