Let Me Tell You About My Village Soup Poem by Raimi Babatunde

You cannot come down here
And not break a few rules
Even if you wear a garment of sanctity
We bring out the best in you
That's our stock in trade

Ask Ade the Corper
Why he refused to return
Or even Emma the Engineer
What kept him in my village
We are the real queens of the Zanga

Have you tasted our Afang soup?
When you taste the real soup
As in, "You die there! "
That is the highest of our hospitality
Come, taste and see
That my native soup is the best

It is not for nought
That when your men come over
From the beginning, in our homes
It's a total finishing school
With your Mother as the Principal

Give that man some respect
Be his mother, wife, cook and bestfriend
Then give him my village soup
And make it very clean and weird
That's how to keep him for life

If you still want my village soup
The real efficacious "Cobnomi"
Just cross over to this side
That we may wine, dine and mate
And your life will never remain the same
I am, that South-South Babe.

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet