Heritage Poem by Chidi Okoye

I have a past like a tribal mark of zebra. 
I know where I am. 
I know where I am coming from. 
I know where I have been. 
Like a jungle child, I know where I am. 
I know where I am going,  
but not beyond echoes of my legend drums. 
I have a root;  
though brutally shaken and rooted has never 
given up it's ghost. 

I know my roots, no matter forces 
of the ruining rain on the graceful 
body of Ostrich;  
Its beauty; will never fade. 
I have come to stay, not to be 
blown balloon in the crazy chilly 
wind of Babylon,  
but to stay strong in roots that made me thick 
I have come to stay like tomorrow 
without end. 

I have a past, my past is my life 
the mother of my future. 
Like every other journey to the peak 
I am ready to take care of the 
ups and downs,  
to be loved and cherished in the crown of my  
heritage. 
I have a past.