The African Moon Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

The African moon is indigenous
With potentials peculiar to the people
The onset is heralded with shouts
In anticipation to the joy it brings
It's light breaks the barrier of trees
To hit the ground with soft touch
A source of illumination to villagers
Where electricity is a denied luxury
It prolongs the time of the night
Where children joyfully play
In diverse innocent moonlit games
And parents sit in house fronts
Telling beautiful folklore stories
And recounting memorable time past
It contributes to the moulding of the child
Who acquires useful tutelage
From the words of the grey haired.

(Saturday,16/12/2023,11.10am)