Nkporo: My Country Home 8 Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

In the farm, we roasted yams and corn
Sat face to face with those shy girls,
With their legs tightly closed, smiling.
History came and gone, so was our stories,
Study of the old life, proud of those gone.
We made the culture blossomed and leaved
History going up down, up down in a sloppy manner.
Poto-poto tata, the new rain drenched our innocent souls.
Life was the coolest of all among us.
twenty one year it was
Whilst i went visit my home land
and found out that all those things are gone.