My Mother's Hut Poem by Laju E. Oyewoli

My mother's little hut
Peaceful and calm
Filled with clear serenity
Dirty and ruddy
Dusty and roughly
My mother's little hut
Perfect and coolly
Unblemished atmosphere
Where I was formed
Where I developed my morality
My mother's little hut
Though may smell like dunghill
To the Alien and foreign
It is the live core of my existence
The beginning of my individuality
And so I cherished our little hut
Where my life began at dawn!