This morning called me to the greens; I was already involved with eating the 'locust'...
Achebe painted it to be sweet; mine prosaicness not seeing any danger...
I know the greens, but who owns these locusts?
Yet so sweet they are...
This morning called me to the greens; the 'locust'-too greedy I am, wanting to exhaust them...
Achebe cloistered the 'locust' with tantalizing vocabs;
Mine greediness has blindfolded mine sight!
The greens are mine, but I lust for these locusts.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
The landlord told us that he was on his way to the farm(the greens) , he said his farm wasnt far from the house. He repeated himself again that he was going to the farm, the reply he got from his tenants including Myself was: 'odabo sir, ' meaning goodbye sir.
When the landlord left, one of my co-tenants joked when she said: 'e wa le te le baba lo si oko? ' meaning why dont you guys accompany baba to the farm? .
When I got back inside my home, my mind went back to the good old days, before colonialism(locust) brought education and the likes, to africa. I wondered if what happened some minutes ago would have happened then.
Just then, I realise how much we have been deculturised. So I decided to put my thoughts together in the 'locust' language...
Comments about this poem (This Morning... by Kolade Seun )
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