A Lineage Of Naturals Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Processed foods were taboos
Unlike their urban comrades
Gulping every fast food
Negating the negatives
In Agbon Clan, everyone is a farmer
With at least a vegetation

They understood Genesis 1 verse 11
As uncertificated herberlist
The leafs "Digwe" for them
But for serious medical exigencies
They rarely visit the orthodox

Give them shekels today
You will find it in their "Umuama"
A local bank in their house
They prefer local to broilers
Everything is by nature
In that village
It is a breathe of fresh air

In our cities
A fifty year old is already "Figiti"
Why not retire and go home
A home of peace and longevity
After 35 years of service
You don't have a country home
What a shame with lost identity

In our villages, especially Oruakpo
Retirement starts at five score
My dear friend
One day, you will retire
Have you started planning?
Where is your retirement home?
Enough of procrastination
Now is the time

As for i and i
Otoro-Agbon is the way to go
With one village wife
Integration should be easy
Please give me "Cobnoni" to stay
Or starch in Native Otoro-Agbon
That i too can live long
In a lineage of longevity
Going a little behind time