Heritage Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

Where redolence of pedigree once reigned
Identity is no more
But how deceiving an eye could be
Not to admire the unfractured rings
Of miscellaneous traditions
And how ungrateful an ear to ignore
The plangent drums
Doesn’t the primeval clothing goads you to celebrate?

This modernization has razed the dunes
Of our sweet escape
Cor! Look at this mutilated nation
Negated by copycat
And the nebulous tomorrow flickers inn my head
Like I’ve seen it before
Perhaps in a dream, but I have – somewhere
This complicity…
Oh life! Bring back my traditional self!